No Warning

It's the return of the real nigga wit real shit
 And when the smoke dies down it's still a nigga left to deal wit
 This motherfucker standin' one deep solo
 Exercising parts of the game but don't know
 I bring it to a motherfucker full throttle
 And any motherfucker want pain I brought the full bottle
 Now take ya two of these and call me in the morning
 Three times point blank range wit no warning
 Nigga I'm straight killa slash for show drama
 And every motherfucker involved gon' face drama
 Punk I ain't no motherfucker rappin' in song
 You bust your caps when you rap
 But I bust back at your dome bitch and this is always all day killa
 And bitches who be stressin' me out I get rid of
 I'm still a guerrilla in these goddamn streets
 Walkin' up on motherfuckers and leavin' 'em sleep
 'Cause if you gonna ride then we can ride
 But 99.9 of the times you gon' die
 Die motherfucker die, motherfucker die
 Motherfuckers crowdin' my space they gon' die
 I can't believe you hoes is playin' wit this
 But since you motherfuckers want drama I'll bring you this shit
 I got my dime down cocked and shined
 Just a homie from the hood had the paper still I'm bout to grind
 What you thought this was nigga some studio gimmick
 A motherfucker talking that shit but couldn't spend it-shit
 I come around this motherfucker bending beads
 And dare one of you hoes to come and fuck wit me
 I'm real with it I'll warn you motherfuckers again
 That if you step to me wit ho shit I'm turning you in
 Shocked-and shot wit five holes in your memory
 And when you headed for hell you gon' remember me
 The one MC who told you niggas once
 And after that he gave no warning he straight done him, punk
 I got my mind all made up to go off
 When bitches start to threaten my life I go off
 Take a walk on the wild side and all the coloreds go whoop-whoop
 When I come down in my coupe
 And motherfuckers hatin' me come give it a try
 But 99.9 of the times you gon' die wit no warnin'
 Dealing wit the killer wit the strap out
 No warnin' then
 All for a sudden homie blacks out
 Wit no warnin'
 And now your dealing with your outer body energy
 All the pain you left in your life you still feeling me
 Everybody living must have thought it would change
 Living fast and dying young's a part of the game
 How can one spit the game so sure
 Turned around and emptied his than
 Wit no warning