[Hook: Avon Blocksdale]
One shot to your mind
Let the ruger talk to him
You know I ride when it's time to roll
Two shots to your mind
When I see him, we're dumpin'
‘Till your slump body hit's the floor
Three shots to your mind
I ain't playing with s**ers
You've gotta go when it's time to go
One shot to your mind
Let the ruger talk to him
You know I ride when it's time to roll
[Verse 1: Avon Blocksdale]
Three shots to his top, watch a p**y rock
This big block goes in hard when I cook in pots
I'm from a town right here and trying to roof a top
Gun in hand, you are dealing with a ruthless art
But they don't understand ‘til the shooting starts
My gun's like a douche cleaning out a p**y
They're saying I'm a beast with a drum
Best call police when I come
[Four-five release in the gun?]
Should have kept his peace with his tongue
And now rest in peace, [n***a one?]
I get to blaming, nobody standing remains
Looking through the bodies, you'll only find the remains
[Pour up in the ‘Ville?], so that peace part of me stained
Beefing ‘ll leave you slain, these s**ers hurting the game
Saying your name for fame, not knowing you're one to bang
Boy I'll grip and aim and print these letters in your brain
R.I.P
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Avon Blocksdale]
I dare a n***a f** with me
One shot let loose, f** with me
I started selling crack when my aunt died
If we ain't leave them dead, we left them hog-tied
A point-five will have a n***a on a lunch line
I point mine at skull caps and back spines?]
Ave done gave the word, it's attack time
And I don't think they know the sound of a MAC round
A n***a's heavy on the neck and getting back down
Lito told these n***as on how we clap clowns
You think [seth in the latest?], go ahead and act out
That boy ‘ll leave you like Denise did the crack house
Y'all speak what y'all see and try to act out
I don't go back inside until the pack's out
My little homie turned rat and got clapped for it
I told his moms ‘rest in peace, but he asked for it'
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Young Lito]
I don't know about three shots, ‘cause I've got thirty
And one in the head ready to do a n***a dirty
Shot him in his jersey, made the n***a fade away
Caught him slipping on the court, nah I ain't come to play
Hit him with cinco, left him by the free throw
Cops can't find a k**er, hood knows it's Lito
I don't play no games when it comes to the set
So if you come at a n***a, hope you're coming correct
‘Cause I'll shoot up your block without breaking a sweat
Or have [?] right on your neck
I ain't scared to put no hole in a hater
Ain't scared to let him hold something like a neighbor
Just leave me alone, right now I'm trying to get this paper
Don't really want to send you p**y n***as to your maker
Just leave me alone, right now I'm trying to get this paper
Don't really want to send you p**y n***as to your maker
Motherf**er
[Hook]