Takeeyahs' Son

I know I'm different, I'm the one Can't catch me slippin' without this gun

I catch him slippin', then he run He trippin', fallin', then he run

I hit him once, it's one-on-one I hit him once, he one and done

I hit him once, he want it done I hit him once, he one done done

No, I ain't trippin', I ain't slippin' Got my biscuit with me

I got my youngin' with me And he get busy with me

He toat that Glock And that Glock hold a lot like fifty

Ain't hold a lot like fifty Fifty shells, hollow tips, they knockin

Down We send that boy right down to hell

I ain't trippin', it can go each way he play I ring his bell