Click click bang he, he, he I'm sick of *************z trying to shoot the big six But when the *************t jumps off the ************* plays the big ************* And that's the problem with the nation of blacks Too slow with your mother******g hands so you grab your gats And listen to the gangsta music You got a glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it You's a mother******g stud Letting all your homies know you bought another gun Suppose they tried to pack you, dropped your ************* 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 *************z die quick Living in this fast *************t and trying to have a bad bit But what you *************z know about a bank roll Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes Think about it quick quick and raise up ************* Now the *************z I run with are down brothers And ready to die for a mother******* So when you want to step mate I'm a bust you dead in your ass with this twelve gauge I ain't your ordinary villain Some *************z was born dying I was born killing So gather up your army G 'Cos that's what it's going to take to stop a ************* like me 'Cos I'm coming at you full force ************* I hope you got some real *************z on the trigger 'Cos I be rolling like a hustler And since you got gats you better use them mother*******s Sparking nines at a drastic pace Taking orders from a mother******g basket case So when my nine goes pop Boy you better *************t and get your ass up off the pot ************* 'em up listen to my glock click Now raise up ************* So *************z don't ************* with me 'Cos I'm a run the whole ninety mother******g three And the rest of the years to come So ******* bring it on if you mother*******s want some And I'm a break you off a big piece 'Cos *************z can't ************* with the big chief Attention mother*******s 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 *************, never bringing the false *************t I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it Still running them down, gunning them down Yeah, 'cos real *************z going to clown So put your crown on since you're bigger And let me take care of my business ************* The bigger the ************* the bigger the cap The bigger the bullet the bigger the ******g gatt So step up with that hoe *************t and I'm a empty the whole clip Ain't no running like a rabbit 'Cos I'm a let you mother*******s have it Let the mother******* blast And bring your hat to your mother******g ass 'cos *************z 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 *************
Click click bang he, he, he I'm sick of *************z trying to shoot the big six But when the *************t jumps off the ************* plays the big ************* And that's the problem with the nation of blacks Too slow with your mother******g hands so you grab your gats And listen to the gangsta music You got a glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it You's a mother******g stud Letting all your homies know you bought another gun Suppose they tried to pack you, dropped your ************* 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 *************z die quick Living in this fast *************t and trying to have a bad bit But what you *************z know about a bank roll Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes Think about it quick quick and raise up ************* Now the *************z I run with are down brothers And ready to die for a mother******* So when you want to step mate I'm a bust you dead in your ass with this twelve gauge I ain't your ordinary villain Some *************z was born dying I was born killing So gather up your army G 'Cos that's what it's going to take to stop a ************* like me 'Cos I'm coming at you full force ************* I hope you got some real *************z on the trigger 'Cos I be rolling like a hustler And since you got gats you better use them mother*******s Sparking nines at a drastic pace Taking orders from a mother******g basket case So when my nine goes pop Boy you better *************t and get your ass up off the pot ************* 'em up listen to my glock click Now raise up ************* So *************z don't ************* with me 'Cos I'm a run the whole ninety mother******g three And the rest of the years to come So ******* bring it on if you mother*******s want some And I'm a break you off a big piece 'Cos *************z can't ************* with the big chief Attention mother*******s 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 *************, never bringing the false *************t I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it Still running them down, gunning them down Yeah, 'cos real *************z going to clown So put your crown on since you're bigger And let me take care of my business ************* The bigger the ************* the bigger the cap The bigger the bullet the bigger the ******g gatt So step up with that hoe *************t and I'm a empty the whole clip Ain't no running like a rabbit 'Cos I'm a let you mother*******s have it Let the mother******* blast And bring your hat to your mother******g ass 'cos *************z 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 *************
