Imma keep it loaded with no f*cking safety
Running from the bullet there's no way to save me
From the f*cking demons that be crawling out
Never have I asked for help I can always save myself
I can take you away from reality
With the funk in the trunk
Everybody cutting chunks
I am sorry I think a certain way
I can not be certain that you body will be OK
As I creep through the street with [?]
f*ck with us you can not see where you 'bout to end up G
Watch your step, watch it close or your blood will overflow
Packing heat take a seat feel the wind up from my [?]
As I creep through the street with [?]
f*ck with us you can not see where you 'bout to end up G
Watch your step, watch it close or your blood will overflow
Packing heat take a seat feel the wind up from my [?]
Murder thoughts I'll kill a mother f*cker right now
Busta tryin' to act up looking like a f*cking clown
Never have I thought about keeping the peace
With the piece to your mind I'll let the bullet decide
Where you're gonna go, let the bodies hit the floor
What the f*ck you say to me I keep packing on the low
Excite your mind with mothe f*cking bullet time
Ain't no livin' life you want a dead [?]
As I creep through the street with [?]
f*ck with us you can not see where you 'bout to end up G
Watch your step, watch it close or your blood will overflow
Packing heat take a seat feel the wind up from my [?]
As I creep through the street with [?]
f*ck with us you can not see where you 'bout to end up G
Watch your step, watch it close or your blood will overflow
Packing heat take a seat feel the wind up from my [?]