[Lyric] Mad At (Hitta Castro)

Get off on who you mad at
You dont want it with me cause your face will get splatat
So what you wanna do papa
Go ahead and call your crew and they can get it to
Im run your ass over with my 18 wheeler truck
But if you wanna at tuff
Ill tell you sit the fuck down shut the fuck and just listen up
See you dont want it with us
We down to bust
Im burry you in the dust like this nikka king tut
In the city of lindsay borden you will get cut
Like the father of michael jordan you will get stuck
We ain't playing my nikka we insane
Needa Straight jacket keep my nikkas contain
Im tap in the brain always deliver pain
Bring the heat to the street unleash like jet lee homie
Tap in the brain always deliver pain
Bring the heat to the street unleash like jet lee homie

3Fold on the beat
Thats how we get it nikka