(*screeching tires, gunshots, broken gla**, sirens and screaming*)
Yeah (3x)
[e-40]
They want problems; soon them want me waxed, contracts on my a**
It's comin from the pen, they say i owe 'em cash
Dwellin off the past and they need it fast
But what they fai'lize is i'll be quick to blast
Die hard cold blooded k**er all about my work
Dressed up like a female in a mini-skirt
Specialize in doin dirt - shootin n***az in the shirt
Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh
Cutla**, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of swiss malt liquor brewsky
Talkin to a cutie standin outside the movie theater
Sittin on top of the hood of my cutla**
Smokin on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigarette
Clove-family affiliated cancer stick lookin +ganesh+ beadie
What the f**? w here's the peace treaty?
Full of my wheaties, yes indeedy, m-16's don't shoot no beebees
Programmed to amputate anything that gets off in my way
Then i put them same size left over bullets up in my a.k.
I can't wait 'til we bump heads
Chorus:
It on, on sight day and night no matter what i'm dumpin'
I'm tryin to see you n***as 'bout somethin' (2x)
"i'm heated, them n***as cheated" - 3x (in background)
We had a meetin', sh** 'posed to been squashed (3x)
sh** was 'posed to been squashed
[e-40]
I've got a hunch; meet me at the olive garden spot let's do lunch
Fool and dem tried to pa** the buck and set us up for lumps
Sons of b**hes must think we some chumps
Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps
[c-bo]
n***a f** stress and pull lick, we kick in the door with full clips
Out of magnums packin when we blast 'em we all out for the chips
Fool, 40-water never slip, saw the n***az quick and then dipped
Before we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them n***az sh** to
Side-ways up off they block, poppin gears in a big block
All out non stop riders until our casket drop
We smashin, blastin on any, while i remember many
Dash and blastin double two-three's, f** the enemies
Chorus
[e-40]
One of my big dudes up out hpa shot me a kite today
He up in pelican bay three striker
Doin 25 with a l cause he won't tell on one of his
High-ranked dudes in position who wears a diaper
With the sh** stacked on the side of his waist
Blood splattered all on the windshield wiper
Somebody tried to take his face - caught him up in his viper
Loose as a goose a** out tried to down him like a sniper
Hyperventilated started havin' seizures
No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers
[c-bo]
We stand tall, like manute bol with bigger balls than rupaul
Strapped with 4-4's down to execute all y'all
Don't want to see us n***as on a mission
150 round drum 45 slugs bitten
No remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho'
Leave him stuck in his front seat
70 rounds through his front window
Ain't no f**in' with g's
Fill 'em up to they neck from they knees
Leave 'em dyin' in the street as we escape on they goldeeze
Chorus