歌手:Polo G
专辑:《Hall of Fame 2.0》

作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Khaled Rohaim/Michael Jackson
作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Larrance Dopson/Anthony Jermaine White/Khaled Rohaim/Michael Jackson
Lil Capalot, b7, ha
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back
Pull that TEC out just to make a statement
He gon' need a body bag or a night sack
He a b7, he'll fold under pressure
I can tell from his posture,
man, he ain't really like that
Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared
Go in for the kill, if they try
you better fight back"
We'll beat his ass
if he try to throw the folks up
What's all that sh!t you
was sayin' like you was so tough?
They gon' have to carry your mans
if he approach us
Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam
when we get close up
Rich-ass gangster,
my gun match the color of my car
Any sudden movemеnt and this b7 go,
"Fah, fah"
Bet I have him huggin' Allah
I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star
Youngin' tryna clеar a crowd with the heat
When you ridin',
better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til
they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round
in the streets, uh
So you better look both ways,
make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Screamin' out, "No way"
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Still on that bullsh!t, MJ
Really one of the hottest,
and I never dropped a mixtape
All my life, had to risk-take
But if they come and try me,
.40 kickin' 'til my wrist break
Let anybody in this b7 play
I'ma have my C's leave his ass
in the ground with a stiff face
Where I'm from
all the killers turn hood legend
And they known
through them blocks like Dikembe
Totin' on something bigger
than The Great Khali
Thirty shots'll knock
him down like Muhammad Ali
Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep
Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., b7
Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat
When you ridin',
better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til
they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round
in the streets, uh
So you better look both ways
make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Screamin' out, "No way"
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?