Click click bang hehehe
I'm sick of n***az trying to shoot the big six
But when the sh** jumps off the n***a plays the big b**h
And that's the problem with the nation of blacks
Too slow with your motherf**ing hands so you grab your gatts
And listen to the gangsta music
You got a glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it
You's a motherf**ing stud
Letting all your homies know you bought another gun
Suppose they tried to pack you
Dropped your dick in the dirt
And know exactly how to send it at you
Trying to work your way into the big clique
And that's the main reason young n***az die quick
Living in this fast sh**
And trying to have a bad bit
But what you n***az know about a bank roll
Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes
Think about it quick quick
And raise up b**h
Now the n***az i run with are down brothers
And ready to die for a motherf**er
So when you want to step mate
I'm a bust you dead in your a** with this twelve gauge
I ain't your ordinary villain
Some n***az was born dying i was born k**ing
So gather up your army g
'cos that's what it's going to take to stop a n***a like me
'cos i'm coming at you full force n***a
I hope you got some real n***az on the trigger
'cos i be rolling like a hustler
And since you got gatts you better use them motherf**ers
Sparking nines at a drastic pace
Taking orders from a motherf**ing basket case
So when my nine goes pop
Boy you better sh** and get your a** up off the pot
(f** 'em up) listen to my glock click
Now raise up b**h
So n***az don't f** with me
'cos i'm a run the whole ninety motherf**ing three
And the rest of the years to come
So b**hes bring it on if you motherf**ers want some
And i'm a break you off a big piece
'cos n***az can't f** with the big chief
Attention motherf**ers about face
Salute the one that the people call scarface
Still quick to hit them up, quick to get them up
Quick to not give a f**
Never bringing the false sh**
I left the mic for a year and i still ain't lost it
Still running them down, gunning them down
Yeah 'cos real n***az going to clown
So put your crown on since you're bigger
And let me take care of my business n***a
The bigger the n***a the bigger the cap
The bigger the bullet the bigger the f**ing gatt
So step up with that hoe sh**
And i'm a empty the whole clip
Ain't no running like a rabbit
'cos i'm a let you motherf**ers have it
Let the motherf**er blast
And bring your hat to your motherf**ing a**
'cos n***az ain't true to it, you're new to it
And don't know what to do to it
But i ain't never had that kind of luck
If you're scared to bite the bullet then raise the f**