[Intro]
Back on my sh*t,Back on my sh*t
Slap a n*gga silly
Back on my sh*t,Back on my sh*t
Slap a n*gga silly and robbing motherf*ckers when I catch em in my city
[Break]
Maurice is the n*gga you used to run from
Maurice is the n*gga you used to run from
[Verse 1]
Maurice is the n*gga you used to run from
Now I hear you dumb dumbs out here talking my sh*t
Like you talk with a lisp
It don’t sound right coming off of your lips
Cause my n*gga you a b*tch
Heard you got a little gun now
And you got a small circle that you run now
Well let me give your tough ass here the run down
I will spill your brains into this motherf*cking V.I.P
Cause you a b*tch and you always will be
You posers kill me
Talking that gangsta sh*t
And You ain’t never got real in your life
Ain’t never made the blood spill in your life
You got a couple shaky stories only you can back up
Hit the hood homes and see the record I racked up
Maurcio Rivera, no middle initial, ch-check the sheriffs website I had issues
Black heart homes, no tears, no tissues
I wouldn’t give a f*ck who, out there miss you
This song here ain’t designed to diss you
It’s a warning shot, to get back in your place
Before I get back on my sh*t, Slap a n*gga silly
And robbin motherf*ckers when I catch em in my city
Cause I don’t give a f*ck about the pen
And I could care less about death that don’t stop my breathe
I breathe through the city lights
My soul permeate the air of the city nights
I’m a god , and you a façade telling fake sh*t to the people
Talking out yo ass like you my motherf*cking equal
And that’s gone get you killed,Yes my n*gga it is that real
So unless you can swallow that deal
You bet I’ll have your ass right back on that Hollywood sh*t you b*tch
Bet I’ll have your ass right back on that Hollywood sh*t you b*tch
Bet I’ll have your ass right back on that Hollywood sh*t you b*tch