Street Killer

OK check this out, I got crazy posse I got the stupidest motherf**kin' posse in the whole goddamn city You f**k with me I'll snatch out your car Right in front of your goddamned bitch And beat you down right there I got more guns than anybody I got crazy guns, you know, I got homeboys on motorcycles And when we come we wearin' our blue You know what I'm sayin'? And I'll beat your f**kin' a*s Don't nobody call me on my name 'Cause they'll get smacked the f**k up, you know Can't put me in jail You can't even f**k with me 'Cause I'm the craziest motherf**ker on the street Don't anybody want none of this You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause if you f**k with me or any of my friends You'll get killed, point blank "Excuse me sir, Officer Johnson, Internal Affairs We'd like to have a few words with you"