[Production by L.S. XXXX]
[Verse 1]
I dipped the pen in the blood and wrote the verse
Then chirped the coroner, told ’em we need a hearse
Dropped the body off right in front of the church
Then murked back to the trap, it was actually picture perfect
I’m turfing, banging my set until they lay me flat
I’m a maniac, eighty claps in that baby mac, better pay me back
Send some n***as that’s from Haiti where ya lady at
Know she a brainiac, so her mouth be where my babies at
Its gravy black, you ain’t shooting sh**, fronting with that baby scat
How we living anyone could be the next to die
Weapons rise, next you sleeping with the pesticides
Get the weight and make it stretch is how we exercise
Testify, and your momma be the next to cry
Smoking very potent dope they sent me straight from Oakland
Got me toking, choking, sipping potion, comatosing
Gripping the toaster, never keep it in the holster
From a crooked culture, selling birds and ducking vultures
Don’t approach us, hollow tips as hot as ulcers
Check his pulse he dead now my face is on the poster
[Hook x2]
It’s lead showers when them shots get to ringing off
Better get low, or get gone
Keep strong when you see a real n***a in ya area
Ma** hysteria, shells put the fear in ya
[Verse 2]
Now I’m a wanted man dead or alive
I get the head, then I dead her and slide, no hello, good-byes
All red in my eyes, can tell I get high
Watching scarface chopped like, “fly pelican fly”
Uh, no Manolo, handle business on the dolo, I’m
Tony Romo throwing bullets out the fo’-fo’, I’m
Still on my Polo sick fit, ’96 sh**
That slick Rick gold chains and half a brick sh**
That five percent tint, three quarter mink sh**
Smoking a Winston, drunk in back of the Lincoln
I’m such a delinquent, I
Sip the pink right out the bottle like an infant
They say I gotta chill
A lot of syrup, lot of hoes, and a lot of pills
Lot of ones, lot of guns, and a lot of k**
That’s how we give it up
They try and trap me but I never pick my pivot up
They know I give no f**s
[Hook x2]
It’s lead showers when them shots get to ringing off
Better get low, or get gone
Keep strong when you see a real n***a in ya area
Ma** hysteria, shells put the fear in ya