[BLH:]
I'm a let it be known that I'm with the force so n***a you know it's on
Oil my chrome cause I got murder in my blood and in my chromosone
For the fact that I tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang
That n***a that n***a that gang bang no never that n***a that claim
Yeah I'm a n***a eating Jesus brains
I got the evil in my muthaf**in back and in my muthaf**in veins
Wearing my black to creep,
Momma told a muthaf**a he'd be dead in a week
So n***a what? load me like a "tre five seven",
Pa** the dank takin dead body's to the blood bank
And while I hook em up proper
I got them swallowing in my loaded heart stopper
POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the n***as spleen
Plus the barrel on my muthaf**in nine, lookin plus
That n***a that n***a that runs them mothaf**as back
I got you fiendin for a n***a like you fiend for crack
Cause it's like that (mo wiggita then a n***a get might packed?)
Cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back
So n***as know us brothas can't go out like that
Sellin my momma the crack, watch yo back cause(You know I had to gat ya)
[Chorus: x4]
187 on a n***a n***a n***a
You know I had 2 Gat Ya
[BLH:]
Yeah, picture your d**h,
That n***a that siccness
Figure to sick this, foo
That n***a that rips
([?] look at that n***a) that siccness drops
And as my trigga goes Pop! Pop! Pop!
That n***as be ducking from the buck shot
See, f** it when the gun drops, you know it's in a hoes co*k
So there it goes, not the average n***a
The baby k**a, ([?] a rabies)
Dealin that n***a maybe k**in that n***a that smooth way
That mothaf**as ain't sh** to me
White n***a, black trigga cracks every mothaf**as back
Late in a day, fools used to get they squabs on
The blood gang deuce nine creep mobb zone
Runnin a mothaf**a like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
But stealin on muthaf**as like a clepto
Let no, other muthaf**as raise yo hood
Half the mothaf**as smokin n***as like wood
Got locked up with they co*k up, some other n***as a**hole
But atleast my n***as had enough heart to blast though
Now the duece ain't deep like 86
I'm solo, might as well see me on a crucifix
The duece for age, baby k**in athiest
For the funk right back, cause (You know I had to gat ya)
[Chorus]
[BLH:]
Same ol fool, that n***a deep load, what up
Ain't no doubt who runs the muthaf**a
Cause every cut I drop is like a muthaf**in main (course?)
[?] that's why I make so many corpse
Cause when they hear that n***a that n***a that siccness drop
My nine millimeter goes Pop!
My sign going to creep them,
Nightmare creeper millimeter meter
Lock up, main corpse, spirit your brain
Got n***az k**in n***az, just because I'm rappin insane
Something like a manson mind, my n***a triple six
(I got em doing a devil dance of mine)
Leavin em only one chance to die and n***az wanna used a glock
n***az wanna go to heaven but don't want to get shot down
Yeah, with my 38 snotnose
I got n***az crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes
Lettin loose like Antonio Montana
With a oozie and I'm kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, psycho like micro mind (sprice [?]) six
Brotha lynch, rippin his arms off up the crucifix
And when I grab my 9 millimeter gun, point it to your back
Cause I don't know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya)
[Chorus x2]
(You Know I had 2 Gat Ya)