Intro: Lil up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm finna to kill If you bustas slippin', this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm finna to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the Load up my big nine, now I'm shoot to kill (Aye, aye) (Ruby, you got it?) If you bustas slippin', this .50 finna do the deal
1: YUNG PLAGUE] Straight outta hell, the bells Plague is here to Roaches and locusts, cover me No hovering, follow me in your grave Ain't got no because I'll be here 'till the end of fucking times Thy kingdom come, thy be done And you wonder, "who am I?" I am the devil's son, and raised $uicide, googly eyes "Tell me more!" Praise the devil, God can suck my dick I the plains Making crumble, glaciers meltin', oceans swellin' I'm of the plagues Load up Wait a fucking minute, I got to say Threatening Some would say nay, 'cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in Lil breaking fortés in the corn maze, haunting board games For war, we Plague is in Norway Hanging from the doorframe with sores and For war, we 7th Ward, the For war, we 7th Ward, the For war, we 7th Ward, the For war, we
2: LIL CHOPPA] Death is inevitable, the fucking walkin' on his tiptoes On your wood floor, you know, mister typical Hearin' the fucking voices my window (Begging to be dead!) But no Just like Chucky, Cut got the blade, and the knife May thy rise for the Yung Christ—never died My father forsaken, I I'm $uicide until I die an eye for an eye Speaking of I, (someone help me out...) See the reaper a busy season even let me rest, while I'm sleeping It's gettin' harder to watch from the The father of Knievel, Ruby and I stay jumping over people Xanax eatin', close to breathin' junkie, used to needles So I grew up a (pow! pow! pow! pow!) the nine up, my time's up, yeah (yeah, yeah)
[Outro: LIL & Lil Gin] Grew up a up Load up my big nine, now I'm shoot to kill the nine up (fuck all this shit) If you slippin' My up, fuck It's this .50