03 Greedo
Big Gang
[Intro]
I got hitters in the cut
I ain't worried, I ain't worried
03, yeah
(Damn, my bad)

[Chorus]
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Hitta's in the cut, can't wait to dust somethin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Hundred rounds go off everybody start duckin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
N***as swearin' that they steppa's 'til we make 'em start runnin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Twenty killa's 'round me, we ain't doin' no tustlin'
Hitta's in the cut, hitta's in the cut (Let it, let it heat)
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

[Verse 1]
Hey let fire, let it bang 'til it click
Buttons on the Glock for every n***a that I switch
Tension on my side, we seen cousin killin' crip
Catch him slippin' when we slidе, you get drilled off the rip
Camе by myself, see how soon n***as forget
Ask the ones that know me, I been shootin' since a kid
I done made it to the top, that don't mean I ain't gon' pop
Even more paranoid, now I got the hood hot
Bounce around, town to town, still ain't never hood hop
I ain't say it, but they say I'm California Guwop
Oh oh ooh, chop it down in my coupe
N***as thought I wouldn't come through
Tighten up now that I'm [?]
03, My first name, my street I done got in too deep
Bet you can't do it like me
I mean who gon' take that time on they hand? Feel me?
A n***a on top of the world, just got a deal
Still keepin' it real, you n***as gon' squeel
You could not be me, it's only one 03 ya dig?
[Chorus]
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Hitta's in the cut, can't wait to dust somethin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Hundred rounds go off everybody start duckin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
N***as swearin' that they steppa's 'til we make 'em start runnin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Twenty killa's 'round me, we ain't doin' no tustlin'
Hitta's in the cut, hitta's in the cut (Let it, let it heat)
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Big gang I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
(Let it heat)

[Verse 2]
I got homies who don't wanna be on camera
Buildin' new shit in the hood
But we the ones who got the hammers
Break a brick down like construction doin' damage
[?] drip from the [?], can't stand it
Could of