(*Screeching tires, gunshots, broken gla**, sirens and screaming*)
Yeah (3x)
[E-40]
They want problems; soon them want me waxed, contracts on my a**
It's comin from the pen, they say I owe 'em cash
Dwellin off the past and they need it fast
But what they fai'lize is I'll be quick to blast
Die hard cold blooded k**er all about my work
Dressed up like a female in a mini-skirt
Specialize in doin dirt - shootin n***as in the shirt
Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh
Cutla**, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of Swiss malt liquor brewsky
Talkin to a cutie standin outside the movie theater
Sittin on top of the hood of my Cutla**
Smokin on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigarette
Clove-family affiliated cancer stick lookin +GANESH+ beadie
What the f**? W here's the peace treaty?
Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, M-16's don't shoot no beebees
Programmed to amputate anything that gets off in my way
Then I put them same size left over bullets up in my A.K
I can't wait 'til we bump heads
Chorus:
It on, on sight day and night no matter what I'm dumpin'
I'm tryin to see you n***as 'bout somethin' (2x)
"I'm heated, them n***as cheated" - 3X (in background)
We had a meetin', sh** 'posed to been squashed (3x)
sh** was 'posed to been squashed
[E-40]
I've got a hunch; meet me at the Olive Garden spot let's do lunch
Fool and dem tried to pa** the buck and set us up for lumps
Sons of b**hes must think we some chumps
Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps
[C-Bo]
n***a f** stress and pull lick, we kick in the door with full clips
Out of Magnums packin when we blast 'em we all out for the chips
FOol, 40-Water never slip, saw the n***as quick and then dipped
Before we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them n***as sh** to
Side-ways up off they block, poppin gears in a big block
All out non stop riders until our casket drop
We smashin, blastin on any, while I remember many
Dash and blastin double two-three's, f** the enemies
Chorus
[E-40]
One of my big dudes up out HPA shot me a kite today
He up in Pelican Bay three striker
Doin 25 with a L cause he won't tell on one of his
High-ranked dudes in position who wears a diaper
With the sh** stacked on the side of his waist
Blood splattered all on the windshield wiper
Somebody tried to take his face - caught him up in his Viper
Loose as a goose a** out tried to down him like a sniper
Hyperventilated started havin' seizures
No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers
[C-Bo]
We stand tall, like Manute Bol with bigger balls than RuPaul
Strapped with 4-4's down to execute all y'all
Don't want to see us n***as on a mission
150 round drum 45 slugs bitten
No remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho'
Leave him stuck in his front seat
70 rounds through his front window
Ain't no f**in' with G's
Fill 'em up to they neck from they knees
Leave 'em dyin' in the street as we escape on they goldeeze
Chorus