S W nine millimeter, double barreled rifle, check Semi-automatic laser beam shot, check Puff, I'm ready to go
Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the Kim let's go! down bab' bro You the rap Rambo, Tony Montana Here's a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After Death'
take it, in case I don't make it 'Cause if my life don't end, I'm sure gon' fake it The way I see it, mmm, In the gunfight, two on three, you on me
Dawg, I got shit to make the world One mistake, blaow, start a them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me And if I Cyrus off that's a plus for me
And the funny thing about it, I'm a And got niggaz from me, like the Olympics And I told my man I'ma get him And shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, blaka
Pressure down below, in de hole control, got nowhere to go
I heard Cease and Puff callin' like the Tabernacle I'll be in a minute, I'm drinkin' a Snapple
A Snapple? Bitch I got and shit Grenades and razor blades and alarms and You better come on, girl, a hat on that weave I'm tryin' to catch nigga Cyrus, 'fore him an' his boys leave
They at this that serve African food Where you to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude You see, I used to date this bitch from Half-African but she looked Madonna
check it, she had a tiger for a pet I'll forget, the restaurant is where we met And her girlfriend Lizette, that is a freak I used to her in the ass while my girl was asleep
And she the one who told me where cats is at I can't wait to get the gat and holla back, Kim
Pressure down below, fire in de Lose control, got to go
We to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians Two black and white The nigga Puff ready to holla at bitches I'm like, "Yo Dawg, them bitches down them niggaz"
And never would the drugs make the slack up I got hit men, spreaded through the restaurant for And we communicate through headsets and niggaz just bitches like my Yorkie
Pigs like to forfeit, we on like snipers and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies All I can about, is how he killed my man Smiles Cut his off, masochist style
Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the they call him When I finish him please, his name is Swiss Cheese My main focus, is his right hand man An' Sheisty and two-sided, profession dick
And his boys, seem to be all on his dick I mean the whole situation is makin' me sick And Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom We started suckin' niggaz up a vacuum
Bullets nonstop, and bodies droppin' Puff yelled, "Away", the cops then My finger started itchin' Then Cyrus spittin' from the kitchen And next second, you it
Listen, soundin' like the 4th of July Like the solar is lit right in the sky I can't believe this guy, he won't over Holes is in his the size of cup holders
One shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm empty But hold my breath, til he fall to his death But he was This little kid squeezed off in his
Pressure down below, in de hole Lose control, got to go
Pressure down below, in de hole control, got nowhere to go
Pressure down below, fire in de control, got nowhere to go