Paralyzed lyrics

[Intro]
I seen n*gga makin' jokes and sh*t
They need to go pray for they brother or some'
(1 Richiey Get Money)
Bezzle Gang, five-two-seven-three, double-o

[Chorus]
I been steppin' on sh*t so long, my opps wish I was paralyzed (Paralyzed)
So when I cut the lil' b*tch off she went and f*cked the other side (She went and f*cked on the opps)
And that snitchin' sh*t run in yo' blood, yo' brother testified (You know yo' brother told)
And you say you shot at Jizzle? Hol' up, b*tch you know you lied (Cap ass n*gga)
I been steppin' on sh*t so long, my opps wish I was paralyzed (Wish a n*gga would)
So when I cut the lil' b*tch off she went and f*cked the other side (f*cked the other side)
And that snitchin' sh*t run in yo' blood, yo' brother testified (You know yo' brother told)
And you say you shot at Jizzle? Hol' up, b*tch you know you lied

[Verse 1]
n*gga active on the net, I'm active in these streets (In these streets)
If I don't die by my respect, I'ma die by EBG (Die by that)
Don't know who opps I'm sending shots, it's either you or me (It's you or me)
If I ain't slidin' with these Glocks, we keep the .223, AR with me
You had a clear shot on my face and still went for my arm (Huh?)
And how you braggin' on that wax and you ain't even know him? (Lame ass n*ggas)
I'm done beefing with these n*ggas mane, this sh*t getting boring (sh*t getting boring)
And my n*gga made yo' momma move the next morning
[Chorus]
I been steppin' on sh*t so long, my opps wish I was paralyzed (Paralyzed)
So when I cut the lil' b*tch off she went and f*cked the other side (She went and f*cked on the opps)
And that snitchin' sh*t run in yo' blood, yo' brother testified (You know yo' brother told)
And you say you shot at Jizzle? Hol' up, b*tch you know you lied (Cap ass n*gga)
I been steppin' on sh*t so long, my opps wish I was paralyzed (Wish a n*gga would)
So when I cut the lil' b*tch off she went and f*cked the other side (f*cked the other side)
And that snitchin' sh*t run in yo' blood, yo' brother testified (You know yo' brother told)
And you say you shot at Jizzle? Hol' up, b*tch you know you lied
(Bezzle gang)

[Verse 2]
n*gga playing foul, get hit with the TEC (Baow)
And I ain't the type to hold my tongue, I get sh*t off my chest (I get sh*t off my chest)
Up that Semi and they run, .62 eat through vest (They know to run)
And I don't promote the peace, you know I'm not no Ron Artest
I got a spin once again 'til we get 'em gone (get 'em gone)
And I'll never write a statement, I barely write my song (Barely write my song)
So when we get the drop, we pull up, know we doing wrong
Bezzle Gang, CGK, now you can end the song
f*ck the opps