[Intro]Uh-huh, yeahUh-huh, yeahUh-huh, yeahUh-huh, yeahUh-huh, yeahUh-huhGive it to 'em[Chorus]I'm the one who orchestrate the blitz, I'm defensive coordinatedProject baby, hard-headed, Soulja Slim, real coordinatedFree all the real incarcerated, wish I could break them niggas outNo Michael Vick, my dog Frank Casey, I know he can't wait 'til he get outBut we walk 'bout fate and not 'bout sight, so we gon' pray it outGot the drop on an opp, we gon' slide on his block and Dell gon' spray it outMy partner say he don't wan' do this no more, but fuck, we came this farHe talkin' crazy, but he don't even know he ain't makin' it back to the car[Verse]'Cause I don't give a fuck if you were my cousin, you ain't finna say what you sawBefore my mama cry, on your mama, I'd rather just blow your shit offNo, you ain't no gangster at all, you just good at playin' it offTalkin' 'bout somethin' that hit, but you ain't even done payin' it offTayshia just had a son, I give her fire, but a ho gon' want my seedIf she told the truth like True Religion, I still wouldn't give her my genesLove is evil spelled backwards, so you already know what that meanIt break your heart like branch on tree, that's why a ho always leavesI'll roll my feelings in a Backwood 'fore I give you all of meThen smoke blunt after blunt 'til I fall asleepWoke up and put that mask on like it was HalloweenYou on your period, just give me head before you fall asleepGot hit by ATF, but still gon' move that dopeGot on my knees like I never lost beforeBut I got a daughter, so I can't lose no moreAnd I want her mama to know I'll never choose no hoWe got three K's like we never been home beforeMy dog cuffed a ho like he don't care what she done beforeBaby mama on the 'Gram sayin' she done, but she been done beforeHer mom always bash her like she haven't been young beforeFree my cuz out that cell, free Number 4I'm so loyal, you my dog, wouldn't fuck your hoAnd if she fuck my partner, we can't fuck no more'Cause I ain't finna get into it with bro behind no ho[Chorus]I'm the one who orchestrate the blitz, I'm defensive coordinatedProject baby, hard-headed, Soulja Slim, real coordinatedFree all the real incarcerated, wish I could break them niggas outNo Michael Vick, my dog Frank Casey, I know he can't wait 'til he get outBut we walk 'bout fate and not 'bout sight, so we gon' pray it outGot the drop on an opp, we gon' slide on his block and Dell gon' spray it outMy partner say he don't wan' do this no more, but fuck, we came this farHe talkin' crazy, but he don't even know he ain't makin' it back to the car[Outro]YeahHe ain't gon' make it back to the carBitch, what you thought this was, man?What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
