Chorus: I got the matic I know if I can dump once, I can twice I let the hammers Hommie don't believe me, then act up tonight, and I'll show you matics (gunshots), (gunshots) I got the clips
Verse 1: Nigga, beef I'ma draw, coward get then I'm lettin' it raw Them touch ya dog, ya heart bound-ta stall em' hollow tips, I ain't playin' whitcha boy Front if you want, get in the mornin', mornin' Hammer cocked, sucker them gonna touch ya Never left my clips son got hit When I roll, I'm gonna pack, ain't no compromising Up under my coat, from my with a string, I'm it in, any club I attend (yea) And everything I love, coward front, gettin smoked, I playin games keep thinkin (ooooohhh)it's a joke Todays the day you eat a slug Hommie call the doctor right now cause you gettin up I alotta guns, they just addin up My black techs the death (ooooohhh)
Verse 2: That nigga P not the sniper, but I a nigga so good he bound to die 'cause, when it to techs don't test my skills, bullets'l bend you over, put ya head at ya heels Give bitches the chills, have em' payin my bills, she a thug bangin' her out, you niggas ain't real If I ain't got the big 3 pound with the scope, I prolly got the size 25 joint Tonight we scheamin on this niggas home, he turn on the lights we be in the room Niggas me we a dangerous thing, we shoot anywhere, anytime, down for anything Couple a bucks a coward heart jump, these slugs in my gun do away with chumps When the "mobb" come to the party, they petrifyed, it the weed gettin niggas paranoid for they lives