Line up my adversaries, I'm blasting on sight And

Line up my adversaries, I'm blasting on sight And fuck your boyfriend, bitch, I want some ass tonight You know my steelo, Alize and Cristal, weed Sure you heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and run I dare you hoe to open fire, you wore a wire, And disappeared before the, cops come to investigate My nines spittin' rounds, punks fallin' down clutchin' they stomach This is anger management, heart like a furnace In the booth, spit flames, yeah, I’m burnin' with purpose I’m flexin', I’m ballin', I’m ready for war Turn up the bass, let 'em feel it on the floor It's still Westside Thug life on the rise Busters shot tupac five times, real G's don't die do  ya hear me?, laced with this game, I know you like me Spit the secret to war, now cowards fear me My only fear of death is coming back to a mental asylum,  He had the heart of a soldier with a brain to teach the whole nation Feelin' no more pain, I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain, let’s go inside the mind of serial killers This is anger management, heart like a furnace In the booth, spit flames, yeah, I’m burnin' with purpose I’m flexin', I’m ballin', I’m ready for war Turn up the bass, let 'em feel it on the floor My lyrical verse was so much pain, to some G's it hurts when you wounded,guns bust, and if you ain't one of us, it gets worse Bitches get their eyes swollen, in fly mode I'm a homicidal thug, let the rage explode And 5-0, get your lights on, the fight's on Tonight's gonna be a like a mike tyson fight so rolla blunt, My own homies say I'm heartless, I’ll go the hardest But I’m a G to this til the day I'm gone, that's regardless This is anger management, heart like a furnace In the booth, spit flames, yeah, I’m burnin' with purpose I’m flexin', I’m ballin', I’m ready for war Turn up the bass, let 'em feel it on the floor Throw up your hands if you thugged out First bitch playing up, first bitch getting fucked up,I can be a villain if ya let me But motherfucker if ya do upset me Tell the cops to come and get me Rip the crowd like a rock concert, you ain't forget me Then start again, don’t have no mutherfuckin' doubt This is anger management, let me hear you shout! This is a call to the streets, let the anger ignite From the shadows, we rise, ready to fight Put your hands up high, let 'em feel the might Anger management, we own the night!