Chorus: I got the matic I know if I can dump once, I can twice I let the hammers Hommie believe me, then act up tonight, and I'll show you matics (gunshots), automatics (gunshots) I got the matic
Verse 1: Nigga, beef I'ma draw, coward get close I'm lettin' it raw Them slugs touch ya dog, ya heart stall Feed em' hollow tips, I playin' whitcha boy Front if you want, get in the mornin', mornin' Hammer cocked, sucker them slugs touch ya left my clips since son got hit When I roll, I'm gonna pack, ain't no bitch Up under my coat, my jeans with a string, I'm gettin it in, any I attend (yea) And everything I love, coward front, gettin smoked, I ain't playin games keep (ooooohhh)it's a joke the day you gonna eat a slug Hommie call the doctor right now cause you ain't up I copped guns, they just addin up My techs the hand-a death (ooooohhh)
Verse 2: That nigga P not the sniper, but I a nigga so good he bound to die 'cause, it comes to techs don't test my skills, bullets'l bend you over, put ya head at ya heels Give the chills, have em' payin my bills, she want 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 we scheamin on this niggas home, he turn on the lights we be sittin in the room Niggas me we a dangerous thing, we shoot anywhere, anytime, down for anything Couple a bucks make a coward jump, these slugs in my gun do away with chumps When the "mobb" come to the party, they petrifyed, it ain't the weed gettin niggas paranoid for they