Bout To Get Fruit Punched, Homie

I was peddling sugary drinks to all the little kids for weeks, 
spending late nights at the factory, 
making fat stacks for my family, 
but now my wife's been getting shady. 
That trick [bad word] mark don't call me baby. 
I'll sit by the window sill and if she's got another man, 
then juice will spill. 

Thought I had people I could [bad word] like my boy, Captain [bad word]  
I know he'd never do me like that, but behind my back, 
I found her mouth all cut up, and his hat in the corner. 
Yo, homes you don't know what I'm capable of. 

Before Kool-aid picked me up, 
I ran blocks and sold rock. 
G's up, hoes down and I'd have all these snitches stomped. 
Then I grew up 
and got a real job peddling drinks to all these little snobs 
and if you think that I fell off 
then watch you're back before you get popped. 

I'll disconnect the Captain's neck, 
and make him wish that he was dead. 
I'll disconnect the Captain's neck, 
and make him wish that he was dead. 
I'll smash your skull like a [bad word] berry punk. 

Thought I had people I could [bad word] like my boy, Captain [bad word]  
I know he'd never do me like that, but behind my back, 
I found her mouth all cut up, and his hat in the corner. 
Yo, homes you don't know what I'm capable of. 

So keep my name out your mouth, son.