Now let me get this straight, you got your mind on jacking me right You got your pistols ready, to go to war with me right In the middle of the night, blood stained carpet Your heart stop pumping, and your nerves start-a jumping They should of told you something, I tell you bout your friends Mama said they there first, and then they disappear It appears we have a situation, one aggression Move short, of an altercation Niggas in the background, waiting for the drama to jump off They got some young bitch ha, she wanna shoot a nigga in the mouth Fuck what they talking bout BIRDMAN,comes strapped Look at these fools looking at me, like I wan' murder them Slaughter them, what's it gotta take short of be pulling out the K And unloading 25 red hot, making 25 red spots Scattered cross they throwbacks, and leave em where they sleep And not even speed off, but creep away with big nuts And that Bad Azz Mix Tape, causing a thunder in my trunk It's BIRDMAN the Terror, I'm telling you boys I'm ready Been doing this shit for a long time, I can tie you up with spaghetti Got a rumble up in my belly boys, got a ringing in my ear Either that or I've been too close with too many shots, all over the years In the club parking lot, with just a peek at the arsenal Have you ducking and dodging the five trucks, trying to make it home Too many god damn scars, don't deserve where they are Real niggas still work the block, we ain't made it that far yet But once we get there, we gon rip this bitch apart I wan' make sure I do my boys, I'll be the light up on this star
