G, Grab that motherfucker by the fucking throat
5, Bullets in your motherfucking chest fo'sho
9, bodies dropping down to the fucking floor
Anna got me clickin grab my ganja then I let it blow
Pimping these sluts
Breaking them hoes
Riding clean
Smoke my dope
Thinking about a 187 loced out with my mask and tone
Begging the busta' the son of the devil, I'm making you suffer GREY 59, nobody can touch us
Fuck with my brothers, the bullets will fuck ya
Gun play
Don't talk yo shit motherfucker just run my fade
Guns spray
Throw the body in the ditch
Living out, fuck a witness mane, no fucking game
You working with bustas', those suckas be lame
I can't put them up with dust on my brain
You hopin' I die but I'm wishing the same
Trapped on my rope all I think about is suicide
The devil is talking he's telling me that I should hop in and ride
Gun at my hip and I promise nobody is gonna survive
Step in my room and listen to demons we all gonna die
G, Grab that motherfucker by the fucking throat
5, Bullets in your motherfucking chest fo'sho
9, bodies dropping down to the fucking floor
Anna got me clickin grab my ganja then I let it blow