| M-16, I'm reloading my magazine | |
| And I will murder, every bumper clot run | |
| Keep my hand, on my gun | |
| Whooooa | |
| [Mike D:] | |
| Don't worry, the Hogg gon get it cracking round here | |
| And I know I'm talking loud enough, for all y'all to hear | |
| This H-Town Texas, we ain't breeding no homos | |
| Get a banger to you matrix style, trick in slow-mo | |
| I'm the gun range stayer, 45 payer | |
| No question where I'm from, cause I'm a Southside Playa | |
| Got juice by the gallo', earvoes by the layer | |
| Rubberband every thou', 3rd Ward youngest Mayor | |
| Extended clips extra drums, for the K and the calico | |
| Catch bag for the A-R, wet up your whole car | |
| You talking like you want it, but you really don't want war | |
| It's reg baby, in battlefield go | |
| I'm out on two bonds, and parole don't know | |
| So have your heart right trick, when you stepping to Mike D | |
| I'ma b-braid your hair, then reload the magazine | |
| Hit you with sixteen, then flee the murder scene | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Vicious:] | |
| Now of the situation get sticky, I got this nigga playing thirty eight | |
| A snub nose, that'll increase the murder rate | |
| I heard they hating on a nigga, but I'm use to em | |
| I sent this message by this bitch, to break the news to him | |
| That y'all done fucked, with the wrong one | |
| I got short patience, and a long gun | |
| And I don't talk shit, I spark's it and I bust brains | |
| And I don't play, no fucking games | |
| Nigga I could make it happen, while you popping that shit | |
| Squeeze a trigga, till ery'body drop in this bitch | |
| Ain't no stopping this shit, once it get's to jumping | |
| You get my heart pumping, the adrenaline pumping | |
| I see me dumping, on motherfuckers | |
| Empty the clip, and get to stomping a motherfucker | |
| And I won't be disrespected, by none of these youngsters | |
| I got my hand I got pass, I got a trunk bitch a liver pump | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Z-Ro:] | |
| Is it me glock 40, pump-pump-pump-pump nope | |
| Is it me 45, pump-pump-pump-pump nope | |
| Is it me 3-57, pump-pump-pump-pump nope | |
| Me M16, taping off the murder scene | |
| Inhaling potent doja, with muddy cup of codeine | |
| Me people don't even play me close, cause them don't know me | |
| Me don't want no company, me kick it with me lonely | |
| And will murder anyone of you snitches, run up on me | |
| But my grandmother didn't raise a killer, she raised up a Christian | |
| But the fact that I was already down, and people kept kicking | |
| Made me crazy, that's why I got no love for nobody lately | |
| And I told y'all once before, none of my weapons have a safety | |
| Ru-run up on me once, I'ma beat your ass down | |
| Ru-run up on me twice, I'ma heat your ass down | |
| Place you in another dimension, nobody can see you now | |
| Rest in peace, I'm the king of the streets yeah | |
| [Hook x2] | |
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