|
Now when I pull out that thang |
|
You know what |
|
I'm a doYou's a dead motha****a |
|
Or when I catch you for dough low |
|
Without your whole crew |
|
You be walkin' through the whole hood naked12 |
|
Gauge behind your ear |
|
Your mere mortal life |
|
I'll take it |
|
And you know that, |
|
I willAll my niggas is rude, all my niggas'll shoot |
|
Every thought with emotion, all the generals will proof |
|
That we get at this paper, back smack these fools |
|
Do whatever for the cheddar even clap that dude |
|
I'm even yellin', ain't no tellin', what my niggas'll do |
|
When we start movin' ill that's when you know it ain't cool |
|
It ain't safe man, this nigga watchin' my slang |
|
That's when he wanted to hang |
|
That's when he pledged to my gang |
|
But we don't **** with no badges, unless they takin' the blame |
|
Of a 20 corpse massacre and never sayin' my name |
|
Blastin' you, never doin' a thang |
|
I never heard nothin', seen nothin' |
|
Anyway, my |
|
Braveheart [Incomprehensible] |
|
Will wet you, hit you, forget you |
|
Throw the cops off, that nigga |
|
Wiz is a boss |
|
I don't respect you, hit 'em up with |
|
A K'sBet you never come back, when |
|
I get you, nigga |
|
Now when I pull out that thang |
|
You know what |
|
I'm a doYou's a dead motha****a |
|
Or when I catch you for dough low |
|
Without your whole crew |
|
You be walkin' through the whole hood naked12 |
|
Gauge behind your ear |
|
Your mere mortal life |
|
I'll take it |
|
And you know that, |
|
I willAnywhere you see me standin', |
|
I make it like my block |
|
Your wanna call the cops 'cause my fo-five blocked |
|
I put you in the hospital, you picture me poppin' you |
|
Standin' over top of you, survival's impossible |
|
A miracle, my bullets be tearin' you |
|
Blood out your bubble bullshit, your condition be critical |
|
I'm invisible bangin' with my gang |
|
My SK with the scope, hit you long range |
|
And I know you don't wanna die |
|
I can see it in your eyes, that your life is a lie |
|
I'm a mastermind, always on the grind |
|
From Alabama to |
|
Atlanta sellin' them pies |
|
My homie's doin' time, comin' home spittin' rhymes |
|
I get a nigga a nine and a handful of dimes |
|
Henny no chaser, roll a dutch, not paper |
|
Lets get this money now nigga, never later |
|
Now when I pull out that thang |
|
You know what |
|
I'm a doYou's a dead motha****a |
|
Or when I catch you for dough low |
|
Without your whole crew |
|
You be walkin' through the whole hood naked12 |
|
Gauge behind your ear |
|
Your mere mortal life |
|
I take itAnd you know that, |
|
I willNow how we do with snitch? |
|
They get the street death penalty3 shots in tha head, tha mutha****in' remedy |
|
Nigga told on the whole family, yeah son we gon get him |
|
Bullets is gon hit him, |
|
I don't care who with him |
|
So we jump in the |
|
V, now we lookin' for his crib |
|
Circle where he live, yo, look! |
|
There it is |
|
Runnin' up the steps to the bitch who snitched on my partner |
|
Ay yo, yo, knock on the door son |
|
Shot his father! |
|
Lettin' off some low shots, bullets barkin' and sparkin' |
|
We killin' anybody in the apartment |
|
On the getaway, gun's out joggin' to the cars |
|
I think that nigga |
|
Nashawn popped a little too far |
|
Ay yo, wiz, there goes a witness! |
|
Jungle handle your business, nigga |
|
I'ma pull up with the car with the quickness |
|
**** a courtcase, |
|
I shot him in the face |
|
And if the cops come, none of these bullets goin' to waste |
|
Now when I pull out that thang |
|
You know what |
|
I'm a doYou's a dead motha****a |
|
Or when I catch you for dough low |
|
Without your whole crew |
|
You be walkin' through the whole hood naked12 |
|
Gauge behind your ear |
|
Your mere mortal life |
|
I take itAnd you know that, |
|
I will |
