Chorus: I got the clips I know if I can dump once, I can dump I let the hammers Hommie don't believe me, then act up tonight, and I'll show you matics (gunshots), (gunshots) I got the matic
1: Havoc Nigga, beef I'ma draw, coward get close then I'm it raw Them slugs touch ya dog, ya heart stall Feed em' tips, I ain't playin' whitcha boy Front if you want, get shot in the mornin', Hammer cocked, sucker slugs gonna touch ya Never left my since 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 gettin it in, any club I (yea) And everything I love, coward front, gettin smoked, I ain't games keep thinkin (ooooohhh)it's a joke Todays the day you gonna eat a Hommie call the doctor right now cause you gettin up I copped alotta guns, they addin up My techs the hand-a death (ooooohhh)
Verse 2: That P not the sniper, but I shoot 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 bitches the chills, have em' payin my bills, she want a thug bangin' her out, you ain't real If I ain't got the big 3 with the scope, I prolly got the pocket size 25 joint Tonight we scheamin on this home, he turn on the lights we be sittin in the room Niggas like me we a dangerous thing, we anywhere, anytime, down for anything Couple a bucks make a coward heart jump, slugs in my gun do away with chumps When the "mobb" come to the party, they petrifyed, it ain't the weed gettin niggas for they lives