n***a you peepin' 'cause I'm peepin' for n***as creepin'
I'm on my game ready to be releasin' and rearrange
Ya f**in' brain, carry and shoot that old 50 plus
Out the clip these bullets rush, leave ya f**in' head bust
Wa**up? I freeze beef like a deep freezer
Ya talk noise, where ya stand n***a is where I leave ya
Believe in me and my click, hit ya block erasin'
Leave ya thoughts wastin', I run a hundred miles paper chasin'
I'm 'bout drama, foolishness, whatever start the trigga play
I had to spank a n***a believin' what a b**h say
Like K.C., I don't play, spin a n***a bin everyday
A hundred round drum on the K
Leave ya set a straight disaster, Ya got birds? I smash ya
Refuse, I leave that a**, know that I'm nasty
No clues, I can't be caught, I can't be found, it's all on you
I stop ya heart from beatin', down to the dirty-do
I leave a n***a flesh hangin' from his chest 'cause the best
That he dressed couldn't f** with the Smith & Wess
B.G., Black Connection 226 start static, comin' out a n***a attic
Leavin' holes in ya carriage, I ride all night 'til I catch a b**h
And when I catch, I automatic wet ya b**h
It's that n***a off the block, call me the hood mack
Disguised in red bandanna, strapped wit the chrome and black mack
Check, while you be the playa hater, I be the b**h fader
Bullets graze ya, n***a I tried to erase ya
Pick the casket, dump the Glock in the basket
I stroll slow, a tisket, a tasket
I brings enough of [unverified] heat then I bring my boys
To destroy, chop ya down like a clown
Uptown, that is my destination
And murderin' motherf**ers is my occupation
You'd rather face the nation than to f** wit me
I keep a chopper, I'm a fool out that wild TC
Goodbye, better yet I'll see ya later
I'm smooth with the steel and wit the hands I'm like Frazier
Okey doke yo b**h a**, then I take the cash and blast
Never get caught, my trade mark is the black mask
226 tattooed on my over my heart
This here mark means that I was down from the start
Releasin' them cop k**ers and body peelers
I got ya, you b**h, now it's time for me to drop ya
Head shots stop, complete, 50 shots when our choppers scream
Havin' trouble this evenin' leavin' the scene not breathin'
Me and the Hot boys ride, Chief and gettin' high
Beef and n***as die when me and the Hot boys ride
Girlfriend under the seat, driver side of the Hummer
Here comes the chopper drummer faster than a track runner
Don't play the hard road 'cause the hard road will get you left
On your way to the crossroads, no tomorrow for yourself
Wettin' your whole set and where I think ya be at
Attackin' your old hood and where ya people sleep at
React, pure D-donkey, 'bout gettin' funky
Turk throw me the junk keep more ammo than an army
Clips that's all extended leave you bended, rear ended
SK's be sendin', slugs can't be defended
There goes the arrival, chopper spits five more
Screamin', let's start the war 'cause we 'bout survival
I gets loose, chopper, blast drastically, tragically
Bloody, bloody bodies lie upon the ground raggedy
You turn around I got that red light beamin bright
You full of fright 'cause you know you might die tonight
I gets tool it's, I'm ruthless, do more shootin' this
'Bout gettin' foolish, lose it, chopper, ready to shoot it
The head buster, Apple and Eagle, B.G., still a sinner
I got his body stank behind the Carrollton shoppin' center
Baby, gimme the keys, gimme the G's, gimme the weed, gimme
The mack-10, let me see what's happenin', to me these n***as lackin'
Some tellin' me felonies was committed, some was acquitted
My destiny is to live not in jeopardy, to the d**h of me
I provide knowledge that spread like a virus
This a street orientation, you can't learn this in college
You be f**in' around wit the keys if you ain't rollin sh** up
I wish you n***as wit me, I would be sewin' sh** up
Look, hide out in the cut, peep out shot, Corey and Buck
In an expedition truck and brain f**ed up from that dust
n***a, who trippin'? I ain't trippin', you trippin'
When I slap that clip in, you sh**tin' like stool pigeons
That's my b**hes, that's my riches, that's my n***as
That's my yayo, that's my scale, that's my sale, that's my clientele
This my block, this my rocks, this my shop, this my Glock
This my connection with the mob, that's my partna black Saab
This my people, that's my people, that's hot rimmed Regal
Ask my lawyer, I do it legal, that's my credit card from Segal's
This my cigar, this my weed, this my Newport, this my reefer
That's my old Alma Mater, that's my uncle drinkin' that bottle
Okay, I'm from that 3 and I don't give a f**
n***a, I say murda, murda, what the f** is up?
n***a better duck when I come around that bend
I'm 'bout that drama with the dirty 30, nose dirty
And I'm from that 3 and I be gat totin', I feel ya body full of lead
Put you to bed and now another that done came up, f**
I plot and make sure that I don't miss the hit, you up in [unverified]
I got ya, I hurt ya, now I'm up in ya rest area, finish ya
I come with a bouquet of flowers, within the bouquet of flowers
Is a 9 nickel plated to devour and motherf** anybody
Tryin' to get yo back, they better be 'bout some comin'
Around the men in black