As I bail through the woods of the southside
Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
When I peel a dome and bail
Gone like hell right through the do
I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, n**** ooh
Watch me bail n**** but you don't see me though
Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
But takin' a puff of the dank stuff
and enough that double O-A-E dooz me
I'm slowly loadin' up the oozy
Well now who's he
Well it's that dead m*********** doe
Well whatcha know comin' through with that murder mo
And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
You either give up the information,
n**** I get shots, so n**** nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna dose of this milla
Twenty-four shots from that mommas baby killa
n**** mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin before I crept n****
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
n**** welcome to your own death
(BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain
Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2
So n***** miss my sicc
Some n***** don't know me, n***** don't know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of s***
Plus many more caps bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high back
So n***** done load them nins and pull them high jacks
And lie back in the cut and roll another fat one up
Tack one up for loc to the brain
Them n***** that really don't give a f***
Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut
So n**** now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut
Plus n***** nuts and guts is what I rips for
Creepin' up in a six four impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my nine do the talkin'
Leavin' you walkin' to your funeral low
Diggin'? yo smoke from the mack 1-0
I had ya p****n' just in case
I got me a mack eleven for your face that's leavin' no trace
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a n***** neck
So watch the reeper when I creep crept
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
When I hit the block with a nine
Them fools better be duckin'
My n**** duck got out the car and started buckin' at n***** runnin'
untraceable gage shells
Only worriers goin' to hell
And 5-0 they just can't swoop
See cause we mobbin' too well
My murder file done pile more than a n**** expected
See cause have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
That I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to kick up some dirt
And I'm tired of warnin' a m*********** about a n**** like me
When it's hard to believe
the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
See that's the city and it's making a m*********** stress
Gotta watch your back like 24-7
unless you wanna be livin' the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die n**** die you'll repeat until you're buried
That nine millimeter givin' no m***********' respect
Up on your back with your last breathe
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
When I peel a dome and bail
Gone like hell right through the do
I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, n**** ooh
Watch me bail n**** but you don't see me though
Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
But takin' a puff of the dank stuff
and enough that double O-A-E dooz me
I'm slowly loadin' up the oozy
Well now who's he
Well it's that dead m*********** doe
Well whatcha know comin' through with that murder mo
And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
You either give up the information,
n**** I get shots, so n**** nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna dose of this milla
Twenty-four shots from that mommas baby killa
n**** mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin before I crept n****
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
n**** welcome to your own death
(BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain
Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2
So n***** miss my sicc
Some n***** don't know me, n***** don't know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of s***
Plus many more caps bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high back
So n***** done load them nins and pull them high jacks
And lie back in the cut and roll another fat one up
Tack one up for loc to the brain
Them n***** that really don't give a f***
Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut
So n**** now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut
Plus n***** nuts and guts is what I rips for
Creepin' up in a six four impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my nine do the talkin'
Leavin' you walkin' to your funeral low
Diggin'? yo smoke from the mack 1-0
I had ya p****n' just in case
I got me a mack eleven for your face that's leavin' no trace
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a n***** neck
So watch the reeper when I creep crept
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
When I hit the block with a nine
Them fools better be duckin'
My n**** duck got out the car and started buckin' at n***** runnin'
untraceable gage shells
Only worriers goin' to hell
And 5-0 they just can't swoop
See cause we mobbin' too well
My murder file done pile more than a n**** expected
See cause have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
That I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to kick up some dirt
And I'm tired of warnin' a m*********** about a n**** like me
When it's hard to believe
the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
See that's the city and it's making a m*********** stress
Gotta watch your back like 24-7
unless you wanna be livin' the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die n**** die you'll repeat until you're buried
That nine millimeter givin' no m***********' respect
Up on your back with your last breathe
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6