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 [?] 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 [?] 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 [?] 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