Voice: What the f**?
Mack: I'm tired of playin' with yo' a** n***a today you gone die.
Voice: Aaaagh agh
[Mack]
I went from Inglewood to H-Town tryin' to put the hustle down
but I could already tell these b**h n***as wanna clown
like I'm the new jack of the city but I ride like nina roll
& I can see now one eighty seven got to be the penal code
I'm fed up that's it that's all f** that get it get it
& since he bullsh**ted & ran with it
a murder must be committed
Now the kidnap got to go down
In other words I got to steal him
then put the pistol to his grill &
co*k the hammer back & k** him
[Face]
We finna (get him) & once we (get him)
gotta make a statement
He f**ed the family
man to respect 'em we gotta waste him
No hesitatin' heat him up & leave him on the pavement
then find his momma so she can help us find her baby
n***a are you crazy?
We don't bullsh** when it comes to payday
they f** with Face they
don't let me catch you on the highway
or in public places we dumpin' on ya like that
n***a You Delinquent we on yo' a** like that
Chorus
You Delinquent muthaf**a give up the pink slip
We got to k** who you drink with
We got to blast who you think with
A money murder
A money murder
We got to hurt ya
We got to hurt ya
[Face]
Caught his a** slippin' at a parkin' lot
red dot marks the spot
I'm trippin' on how hard he got
he got some b**hes in the front seat smilin'
When asked about the paper he owe he kept drivin'
paid us no mind & hit the corner in the 5.0
dippin' disrespected pimpin' Mack 10 trippin'
loadin' up the stainless .44 grip &
the trigger off his finger finna start clickin'
[Mack]
Aww f**