Boy, boy, boy Gotta rocket in my Boy, boy, boy Gotta rocket in my
Maximum overdrive, how to alive Jumpin' outta jets no parachute, skydive Fuck niggaz, I'm runnin' wit' a .45 I don't be, ugh, I don't even wanna be alive
But if I gotta be natas, the nigga wit' coatist Bein' stated's what brought us, up ya pratas I drag ya through the mud Got love for guns, got for slugs
Drugs, thugs wit' turn ya rainy day sunny The got my nose runny Still runnin' up in these races against these racists Treat ya like Joe Bruce wit' 2 faces and I don't wanna be
Boy, boy, boy Gotta rocket in my Boy, boy, boy Gotta in my pocket
Dump, dump, dump dump, dump, dump I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb, dumb
Boy, boy, boy Gotta rocket in my Boy, boy, boy rocket in my pocket
Ski masks in the back I'm turning 6th street, you 'bout to feel E on the Burrough street cops in, glocks in Cocks in, are blocked in moving out to Washington
Turn the siren down, clap gun sound Double lock, back up the gun, clown You walkin' North but the sign say South Ambulance, yo, yo, you down
Man, move, yo, kid, you duck in the foxhole, move dodger Hot in ya now, move a little farther Giddy-up hoes, you get though
My aim so, .38 slug so I duck shells when scatter 'round the rugs though I dump twicely, I dump nicely kid precisely, the wall so When I'm also tech penetrate yo spray ya
Boy, boy, boy rocket in my pocket Boy, boy, boy Gotta rocket in my
Dump, dump, dump, dump dump, dump I'ma dumb, dumb, I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb
Boy, boy, boy rocket in my pocket Boy, boy, boy Gotta rocket in my