the reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! ha ha ha ha!
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
i say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you
too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this two
i don't care how pissed i get you
but i don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
see i'm backwards - i slap niggas and punch bitches
they must've been wanting to meet the lord
when my parents talk to me they've got mean mugs and ignore
they were snooping through my closet
shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch
bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
trying to break your neck to conversate? bitch
catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you
bitches died slow and horrible
there's no tomorrow for any nigga
and i ain't gotta lie to you
stepped in the door waving the four-four
i lit five inside a fucking dickrider
you love being ass to ass
grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
never say that i'm a gangsta
yall niggas sound like jigga but act like pac
my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
empty shells for the witness
i'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell outta business
it won't be the same since we touching the game
make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain
you think this shit's a game and we're bluffing for fame?
i'll squeeze off this tech until nothing remains
the only time that i'm at piece/peace is when i'm close to one
cause i don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done
it's my way of life and it works
these cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt
cause it was wrong how they left my dog
you never know who starts creepin
waking you up with aks while you lie sleeping
i'd rather pack the heat and not need
rather than need one and not have it
i married this glock-matic
you know the sound when i'm spinnin round
spittin these rounds from fo' pounds
while the whole crowd is screaming as loud
from they're mouths as they possibly allow
nothing is parallel to making you carousel
arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells
denaun carry the nine where i go
bullets whistle and hit you while i'm shooting at five-0
some semi-automatic for static's the motto
spitting like from colorado
this nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
it'll make jehova's witnesses think before they knock
it'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse
it'll make limp bizkit get rid of fred durst
it'll make holyfield start fighting
it'll make ma$e say fuck church!" and go back to writing