Livin' on fat pockets on flat wit tha gat
Rollin' around a nine deuce Cadillac
Still got my homies to watch my back
And they'll smoke ya a** if you wanna come and chat
That's why some pigs and the kids come sweatin', they follow
A hollow point shell's hard to swallow
Why wallow when you come to roll on? I put the clip
And before I bring ya a** on, what chu gonna do
Kickin' dust on your head like I bust
My grip surrounded, I'm about ta get rushed, I'm brushed wit d**h
How many shells stuffed in my closet, with my big Cognacs, cut
When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready
(When tha sh** goes down)
When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready
(When tha sh** goes down)
When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready
(When tha sh** goes down)
When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready
(Ya better be ready)
I told tha boyz get tha sawed off Glock
And tha rest of tha gats
As I strapped on tha bullet-proof vest
Boom I think I got one to tha chest
Hot damn I didn't want to k** a man sh**
I still stand tall with tha Hill Clan
Y'all better stand back, n***as 'bout ta fall
I'm comin out blastin like Yosemite Sam
Gt tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham
When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready
(When tha sh** goes down)
When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready
(When tha sh** goes down)
When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready
(When tha sh** goes down)
When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready
(Ya better be ready)