[Verse 1: MC Spade]
Busters can't expect the MC Spade, but don't understand
Pimpin' from the South, deeply rooted with a masterplan
Punk motherfuckers try my patience but don't know what's up
Grab the grenade, pop the pin, blow them hoes up
Makin' sure I'm leavin' all them motherfuckers in the ditch
Let 'em know that MC Spade ain't to be fucked with
I be comin' hard for you n***as who didn't know I could
Reach for your nine, play dumb, n***a, I wish you would
'Cause I'm finna hit you in your chest and knock the wind out
Say somethin' smart, and I'ma have to take yo' ass out
With the n***a nine, n***a nine on my fuckin' hip
Reach for my left, grab my clip, 'cause I can't slip
Pimpin' from the South, deeply rooted with a masterplan
Pimpin' from the South, deeply rooted with a masterplan
Pimpin' from the South, deeply rooted with a masterplan
Grab the grenade, pop the pin, blow them hoes up
Grab the grenade, pop the pin, blow them hoes up
Grab the grenade, pop the pin, blow them hoes up
I be comin' hard for you n***as who didn't know I could
Reach for your nine, play dumb, n***a, I wish you would
'Cause I'm finna hit you in your chest and knock the wind out
With the n***a nine, n***a nine on my fuckin' hip
Reach for my left, grab my clip, 'cause I can't slip
Can't slip, can't slip, can't slip, can't slip, can't slip
Can't slip, can't slip, can't slip, can't slip, can't slip
Can't slip, can't slip, can't slip, can't slip, can't slip
Can't slip, can't slip, can't slip, can't slip, can't slip