Livin' on fat pockets on flat wit tha gat Rollin' around a nine deuce Cadillac Still got my homies to watch my back And they'll smoke ya a** if you wanna come and chat That's why some pigs and the kids come sweatin', they follow A hollow point shell's hard to swallow Why wallow when you come to roll on? I put the clip And before I bring ya a** on, what chu gonna do Kickin' dust on your head like I bust My grip surrounded, I'm about ta get rushed, I'm brushed wit d**h How many shells stuffed in my closet, with my big Cognacs, cut When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready (When tha sh** goes down) When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready (When tha sh** goes down) When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready (When tha sh** goes down) When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready (Ya better be ready) I told tha boyz get tha sawed off Glock And tha rest of tha gats As I strapped on tha bullet-proof vest Boom I think I got one to tha chest Hot damn I didn't want to k** a man sh** I still stand tall with tha Hill Clan Y'all better stand back, n***as 'bout ta fall I'm comin out blastin like Yosemite Sam Gt tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready (When tha sh** goes down) When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready (When tha sh** goes down) When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready (When tha sh** goes down) When tha sh** goes down ya better be ready (Ya better be ready)