Wake up in middle of a night with a plot
Running through my mind, is nothing but evil thoughts
2-11 with a motherf**ing AK, black strap with a black mast in a fade away
Hit him with a pump fake, then he got takeaway
Hittin' around the corners, he got ops then we getaway
Fifty one fifty is what they labelled a n***a, cuz' I be kickin' through the dark and I be happy to pull the trigger
Im toe taggin', body baggin', up on these hoes
Kicking in your skull, with these motherf**in' steel toes
Gettin' your body with all these motherf**in' hollows
Strappin' out my blade, then I had to let the sh** go
Aiming at your neck, if you thought to disrespect
Though all my n***as will be toeing on with their motherf**in' tecs
Lurking out of jungle with a knife and vest
Talking all that sh**, I'll have to end your clique
Ride on these bustas, I'm swerving them rounds
All of my n***as, be working them pounds
Moving through the block with a belly precision
Causing to flip them in pain, that these n***as don't be wishin' for
Homicidal maniac kicking through the door, with the motherf**ing steel toes, in a four four
Everybody on the floor dont make no sudden movements, first n***a that I see moving Imma shoot him