Who gone be a victim in this motha f**in' house of pain
Dead lock, the gun is already co*ked so now your body gone drop
Its just another n***a we gone have to pack some bags for
Send his a** to heaven, 211, turned into 187
Told em from the jump that n***as from four corners poppin' trunks
But he didn't believe us so we had to leave him in the dust
Plus that's how that sh** gone go in f**in' with some k**er dubs
n***as that serve the most time are them n***as that pop the most slugs
So i'm gonna follow in the footsteps of them real OGs
Leave a n***a stankin' after hanging him from a f**in' tree
Try to f** with me? i'm on these streets myself to f** with you
f** your crew, i'm on a mission to execute a lemon or two
A n***a got your back, not to help you but to shoot you fool!
Ain't no use in ducking cus these buckshots made for n***as like you
Spreading over your back and your skull to a bloody mess
Its too late to break cus its 187 in progress n***a
187 what the f** that mean
n***a that mean your a** is getting capped blast you took off the map
Process of elimination
Ain't no use in throwing blows
I just wanna smoke you hoes
I just wanna ride your bows
Straight from four corners pimpin' bill you can't come in bro
Listen to the sounds from that gauge fill your heart with fear
You know you can't f** with me, OG straight from pimpin' B
Dre with that LTD, done it with that box Chevy
Mike with that screw driver, he poppin' cars, snatching beepers
Grind getting buried in the Chevy cheefin' on that reefer
Keep a low profile cus my style is a cover up
Coming with them rifles, f** a pistol now your a** f**ed up
One man gang, Tommy Wright, STP gone end this mess
Its too late to break, cus its 187 in progress n***a
(Sick Keyboard Beat)
Bodies drop, bodies drop
Die n***a die n***a die n***a die
n***as droppin', triggers co*kin'
Feel that fire from the endo i'm high
Creepin' up slow with no clue what i'm doin'
Cus k**ers and dealers go with the cap pillars
Where stealing and dealing is done by the villains
Where selling them d** is done by the thugs
Flocking knockin' socks off, never soft
Do a crime, gotta bail, focused as hell, they know me too well, imma scuffle my trail
Sneaking deefing' leaving from the scene real fast, punched the gas
Bloody mask on my face, i can never come back to this place
No remorse, pow pow! to your dome, with this chrome
Put that tone, in my hand my fingers got a mind of its own
Duck n***a duck duck, talk that sh** now back it up
Grab em up, drag em up, smack em up, now jack em up
Tie em up, leave em strapped
You and your n***as commence the cap
Do em' in, call a friend, come on by and shoot em again
Ain't no bullsh** as i make this population less
Its too late to break cus its 187 in progress