Tool

I'm paranoid, but I ain't scared, It all started on bankhead

Got jumped by six niggas, thank God I ain't dead

Went to school with a black eye, I'm like fuck it I'm that guy

Plus I'm that fly but can't act like some people didn't laugh when I pass by

So I went and bought me a deuce deuce, a little rusty but it do shoot

Never was the one to tote a gun, but everybody in my crew do

Cause we probably ran the train on a nigga main girl like chu chu

Why you mad at me, dog, cause your girl nasty like Couscous

I stay strapped like the task force, and I bought it for the jack boys

Cause I run with niggas who make bank off the glass

And I ain't talking about the backboard

Just when I got me a five seven, nigga I'm bout to spend bout a rack for it

So if a nigga try to harm me, no need to ask

I pull my tool on a hater (tool on a hater) [x4]

Tote ya toast from to LA to Chicago, New Orleans

And if a hater runs up on your car door let it ring

You see the motherfucker tool here?

Make a nigga forget about it, no rules here

Initiated for hatin' the conversation I was having with a woman

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The [?] on my face?, and then he thought about the bustin [?]

The video for how I really get down in the public

No mercy, it's nothin', no bluffin'

You got a decision, I suggest you lose life over something

Click clack, blaow, nother man down

Not promoting the violence, but there's too many niggas wildin

In the city where it's shitty, and I pity you fools

That's the reason older people out here carrying tools

Younger brothers like to walk around just thinking it's cool

With no education, they ain't even thinking of school

With no money in their pocket or they wallet, scratch that

Don't even got the fund to run and go and top that

But everybody wanna sag pants, hang on the corner

Smokin' marijuana claiming they gangsta

I'll show ya gangsta when I pull out a banger

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I'll put you on a respirator, I pull this tool on you haters

See what happened was, I was trappin' cause

Before I really gave a fuck what rappin' was

The nicks and the dimes I would bag em up

On the block where I had to have a gat to bust

Hey what's that sound in the back of us

The blackest truck is backin' up, I'm mad as fuck

It might just be these hoes

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Listen Brit Brit you on

It's a motherfuckin yay trap

And if you on the snitch shit bitch you stay strapped

ASAP take that like Puff, some niggas pulled up like bro what's up

And opened up both doors

And I don't really know them so you know I'm gonna go on with my hand on the motherfuckin'.44

They like what's up? I'm like not shit

With this chrome thing full of hot shit

He reached for his and I let it fly

And it's a guarantee somebody got hit (Okay then)

And the moral of the story not to fuck with the kid

While I'm servin' like a waiter

Cause I never hesitate ta

Up shirt and pull a tool on a motherfuckin hater