[Intro]
I'ma let you know off top, you got the wrong one, buddy
Yeah, say the wrong thang, mayne, you're paying for it
Yeah, I'm a cutthoat, man
I push a hard line, man; I got a short fuse, man
Blow up so quick

[Verse]
Old boy claim he a boss but unemployed
Told him to get lost, he got me noid
He one of them nosy n***as that I avoid
Always asking stupid questions (No doy)
I'm no toy, potna, quit playing with me
Or meet my new roommate that's staying with me
My brodie, my .40
He the best friend I had since me and Jody
Homie, you don't know me, it's best left like that
To the domey with the chromey, if it's on, it's like that
You might rat so I don't fuck wit' ya
My cutthoat n***as keep asking me, "What's up wit' ya?"
I ain't vouchin', you might piss crouchin'
Bitch n***a, I'm Tim Couchin'
I quarterback, the Mac the team general
And keep the track to the max, never minimal

[Chorus]
Quit it, I ain't wit' it, you get wetted
My thing spit it and hit it (Spit it and hit it)
You trippin', catch me slippin', I doubt it
I keep an extra clip and I don't get caught without it
Quit it, I ain't wit' it, you get wetted
My thing spit it and hit it (Spit it and hit it)
You trippin', catch me slippin', I doubt it
I keep an extra clip and I don't get caught without it