killers hanging outside the windows
aye
oh my
oh my
i got trouble on my mind
i got trouble on my mind
i know my enemies run when that pistol shake
nah
nah
nah
nah
i got trouble on my mind
trouble
it's a stolen g ride whenever we ride
it's war where we reside so i gots to keep my
pistol close
even cops killing folks
give their ass the whole magazine
fuck a centerfold
sixteen with it
ho
one in the chamber
mask on my face so i remain a stranger
death round the corner run inside when we pull up
learn the negotiations
how you talking to a bulldog?
blap
blap
blap - what you hear when them shots go off
devil on my shoulders told me squeeze my glocks on y'all
only the angel that i seen was the logo on the fitted
i'm a seven black nigga
all my enemies'll get it
bloody rag wrapped around my motherfucking tech
snoop murder was the case" what was playing in the deck