It was this n***a with this black cutla**
Named chris
He had shot at cott but he missed
First error
Now he riding in terror
Over shoulder ever looking
I told him when he came he should
Have stayed in brooklyn
Reason being
They knew that he was kin to pat reed
Pat had lied they believe
So they looking for them keys
Now can you see where bragging get ya?
Them n***as ain't shooting for fun
They trying to hit ya and
And dead for real
Now i'm riding with phil
Too drunk to be behind the wheel
But packing my steel
Just in case they need the thrill
Went up to the hill
It's freaknik every weekend
The sirs in the car,
We need some f**ing hoes to get in
And that's when
(boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ooh wee
The mutherf**ing sounds was enough to k** me
All i see is n***as running, jumping off in the chevy's
Put my finger on my trigger so my n***a i'm ready
Is that teddy?
Slouched over in that nova my n***a
Indeed, yes it was
Guess what, that's chris cuz
Yall know what
Man this sh** just ain't gone disappear
So you better get ya sh**
Cuz it's on down here!
Chorus:it's on down here!