[Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
[Trick Daddy]
I just might have to toss this nine
Across your mind
Across that line
I'm running straight up in your mammy's house by mine
Puttin' this fire up in this old b**h mouth by mine
And openin' fire
And I ain't swearing no n***as
Give the deed up until four n***as
Ain't sympathizing with you hoe n***as
I'm just realizing what this thug sh** for n***a
You in the middle of a war n***a
Now I gotta let you have it
The whole clip
f**ing up the whole trip
Now you f**ing with the boogie man
This sh** deeper than Nino Brown
And I ain't see no clown
n***a n***a n***a
[Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
[Trick Daddy]
I got some n***as that'll bump with you
Play with your kids and eat lunch with you
Then f** around and k** your a**
I close shop
With 2 shots from a far away Glock
Then leave you dead to rot
In a empty lot
And this thug sh** simply not
To be taken light
Well y'all fake less I'm taken life
Then I'm taking off
To the old hood
To check on a old girl
To make sure it's still all good
Then it's back to the streets
To finish this beef
Looking for them same n***as that's looking for me
And about three blocks
]From where they set up shop
Sell weed and lay some rocks
They got these old cops
Working they're spots
And young n***as on the roof with red dots
When me and my clique scrap and we scared not
[Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
[Buddy Roe]
I'm paranoid cause I'm hearing things
Time served
Only out a few months, a**ociated with birds
They want to pop it, I got bad nerves
Peep
Mini-14 on the front seat
You want to be there for your kids, n***a play with it
His Grams missing, who did it, I'ma deal with it
So f** I care about the shorty
Cause n***a you been known
Skip town
With my pound
With my dudes 'round
Now n***a how you playin', I done counted that
You wanted work, all you had to do is f**ing ask
My cuban friend
Want his ends
Instead of you flipping them divedends
Making millions
Popping then
Silly rabbit
You done started static
Now I gotta let you have it
Rapping fire from my automatic
You left me stuck
And so you outta luck
Cause you done f**ed my credit up
ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST
n***a what
[Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic