Revolvers revolving, problems are solved
I be robbing, involved in this mobb that be swabbing
I do a job when needed
Those who competed got defeated
Cuz I be pulling the heater when I’m heated
Cuz I got props like cops with Glocks cocked
So assume you’ll meet your doom in high noon if you presume
I’ll have to leave you dead in ya tomb
The tools that I choose to use to abuse and bruise you fools
It’s like a .45 uz’
Come bring ya crews down 110th Ave
A fеw will get shot but the rest will gеt stabbed
Grabbed, dragging up a rut
Five to six quarts of blood poured from the cut in ya gut
I bury like a cemetery every time I’m draining ’em
Killing mothaf#ckaz and I plant ’em in the ground
Like a geranium of bullet in a cranium
It’s how I’m playing ’em, slaying ’em
Cuz I’m possessed like Damien
sh#t you better break out
Take out that f#cking magnum if you have one
But I’ll get the shotgun, son you don’t want none
Static, I’ll get dramatic then it gets tragic
I don’t have a habit, but believe I gotta habit like a addict
Grab it like that dog Old Yeller
I tell ya I’m not the fella burying my sheller smell ya, later
I chew emcees like an alligator
Throwing salt in ya game because it needs more flavor
〈Chorus〉 x2
What the f#kugondo? Mothaf#ckaz get f#cked up
What the f#kugondo? Mothaf#ckaz get f#cked up
What the f#kugondo? Mothaf#ckaz get f#cked up
And in the back alley is where they #ss get stuck up
Caps I’m grazing, gas I start blazing
I’m amazing, sharp on this track that I’m saving
And watch the blood start dripping
Cuz I’m rip with the clip till mothaf#ckaz start twitching
I’ll fill your body with the shrapnel
To show these cats that I blast well sending you back to hell
Y’all really wanna start murdering?
Then I’m a grill up the beef
Let’s have it your way like Burger King
The Boston Bomber got you lost in drama
I’m a harm ya, run up on ya and disarm ya
Catch you sleeping I’m a rob ya
It’s like playing Russian roulette against a rusty revolver
On top of that I’m fully loaded
Too hot to hold it, heads exploded, body’s bloated
And tell ya boys to call an ambulance
Cuz I’m a drop that #ss and watch you shake to a real dance
〈Chorus〉 x2
〈Outro〉
Yeah, that’s how the f#cking it’s gon’ down
I’m a f#ck ya #ss up
Have ya mothaf#ckaz ratting to the police and sh#t
But I’m a cut ya f#cking tongue out ya mouth so you can’t snitch on me
And cut ya f#cking fingers off so you can’t point me out in the line up
What!?! You b#tch #ss mothaf#ckaz
〈Chorus〉 x2
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