I might send sum peoples to your house to run ya down doggies foaming out the mouth ready for da kill time to drill chopper hold a hundred rounds time to refill sliming out everybody in the place mask up no face no case time to to da race coppas behind me throw out the glizzys no bullets left we dumped every round know what it sound like when we bring the rifles out my lil bitch swing that stick call her a stripper cause she playin wit da pole gotta stronghold on they block safety off hammer cocked ready to pop won't stop till everyshot hit it's target bullets ain't got no name but they meet you face to face don't gang bang but that gunplay is what pays just caught a couple bodies dropped em off at the chop shop spinned the block wit sum drums sound like a marching band comin dressed like I'm bummin just to hit his man's heres the plan wait till night creepin and crawlin wait till they faded catchem  wasted he bit the bullet can tell he ain't like how it tasted better buy a tux get it fitted and tailored bout to tuck him in bed it's fuck you off the rip hollow tips spit to quick can't tell which direction they from leave him slumped in his ride rite in front his momma's crib never forgive or forget can't hide from me it's your time won't waste a minute gotta hurry and finish your life that's all she wrote for you aim for his legs prepare for the kickup so when you let loose it hits his dome up riding sliding on anyone who want smoke I hot box know how to box but everybody scared to fight rather get shot down loose they life blood leaking out they mouth I'll have red running down my chin before I open my lips that mean bite my tongue off always solid you ain't ever sat on bricks keeping sticks case somebody trying to kick it in meet em at the door answer it hit the switch leave em twitching twisted on the curve skkkrt do the dash leave the road with a rash