[BLH]
I'ma let it be known that im with the force so n**** you know its on
oil my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosone
for the fact that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang
that n**** that n**** that gang bang no never that n**** that claim
yeah im a n**** eating Jesus brains
i got the evil in my m****f***in back and in my m****f***in veins
wearing my black to creep,
momma told a m****f**** he'd be dead in a week
so n**** what? load me like a (12 5???) sale,
pass the dank takin dead body's to the blood bank
and while i hook em up proper
i got them swallowing in my loaded heart stopper
POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the n***** spleen
plus the barrel on my m****f***in nine, lookin plus
that n**** that n**** that runs them m********** back
i got you fiendin for a n**** like you fiend for crack
cause its like that (mo wiggita then a n**** get might packed???)
cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back
so n***** know us brothas can't go out like that
sellin my momma the crack, watch yo back cause(You know i had to gat ya)
Chorus: repeat 4X
187 on a n**** n**** n****
You know I had 2 Gat Ya
[BLH]
Yeah, picture your death,
that n**** that siccness
figure to sick this, foo
that n**** that rips
(??? look at that n**** ) that siccness drops
and as my trigga goes Pop! Pop! Pop!
that n***** be ducking from the buck shot
see, f*** it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes c***
so there it goes, not the average n****
the baby killa, (???a rabies)
dealin that n**** maybe killin that n**** that smooth way
that m********** ain't s*** to me
white n****, black trigga cracks every m********** back
late in a day, fools used to get they squabs on
the blood gang deuce nine creep mobb zone
runnin a m********* like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
but stealin on m****f****s like a clepto
let no, other m****f****s raise yo hood
half the m********** smokin n***** like wood
got locked up with they c*** up, some other n***** a******
but atleast my n***** had enough heart to blast though
now the duece ain't deep like 86
i'm solo, might as well see me on a crucifix
the duece for age, baby killin athiest
for the funk right back, cause (You know I had to gat ya)
Chorus
[BLH]
same ol fool, that n**** deep load, what up
ain't no doubt who runs the m****f****
cause every cut i drop is like a m****f***in main (course??)
(???) thats why i make so many corpse
cause when they hear that n**** that n**** that siccness drop
my nine millimeter goes Pop!
my sign going to creep them,
nightmare creeper millimeter meter
lock up, main corpse, spirit your brain
got n***** killin n*****, just because im rappin insane
something like a manson mind, my n**** triple six
(i got em doing a devil dance of mine)
leavin em only one chance to die and n***** wanna used a glock
n***** wanna go to heaven but don't want to get shot down
yeah, with my 38 snotnose
i got n***** crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes
lettin loose like Antonio Montana
with a oozie and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, psycho like micro mind (sprice?) six
brotha lynch, rippin his arms off up the crucifix
and when i grab my 9 millimeter gun, point it to your back
cause i don't know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya)
Chorus 2X
(You Know I had 2 Gat Ya)
I'ma let it be known that im with the force so n**** you know its on
oil my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosone
for the fact that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang
that n**** that n**** that gang bang no never that n**** that claim
yeah im a n**** eating Jesus brains
i got the evil in my m****f***in back and in my m****f***in veins
wearing my black to creep,
momma told a m****f**** he'd be dead in a week
so n**** what? load me like a (12 5???) sale,
pass the dank takin dead body's to the blood bank
and while i hook em up proper
i got them swallowing in my loaded heart stopper
POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the n***** spleen
plus the barrel on my m****f***in nine, lookin plus
that n**** that n**** that runs them m********** back
i got you fiendin for a n**** like you fiend for crack
cause its like that (mo wiggita then a n**** get might packed???)
cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back
so n***** know us brothas can't go out like that
sellin my momma the crack, watch yo back cause(You know i had to gat ya)
Chorus: repeat 4X
187 on a n**** n**** n****
You know I had 2 Gat Ya
[BLH]
Yeah, picture your death,
that n**** that siccness
figure to sick this, foo
that n**** that rips
(??? look at that n**** ) that siccness drops
and as my trigga goes Pop! Pop! Pop!
that n***** be ducking from the buck shot
see, f*** it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes c***
so there it goes, not the average n****
the baby killa, (???a rabies)
dealin that n**** maybe killin that n**** that smooth way
that m********** ain't s*** to me
white n****, black trigga cracks every m********** back
late in a day, fools used to get they squabs on
the blood gang deuce nine creep mobb zone
runnin a m********* like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
but stealin on m****f****s like a clepto
let no, other m****f****s raise yo hood
half the m********** smokin n***** like wood
got locked up with they c*** up, some other n***** a******
but atleast my n***** had enough heart to blast though
now the duece ain't deep like 86
i'm solo, might as well see me on a crucifix
the duece for age, baby killin athiest
for the funk right back, cause (You know I had to gat ya)
Chorus
[BLH]
same ol fool, that n**** deep load, what up
ain't no doubt who runs the m****f****
cause every cut i drop is like a m****f***in main (course??)
(???) thats why i make so many corpse
cause when they hear that n**** that n**** that siccness drop
my nine millimeter goes Pop!
my sign going to creep them,
nightmare creeper millimeter meter
lock up, main corpse, spirit your brain
got n***** killin n*****, just because im rappin insane
something like a manson mind, my n**** triple six
(i got em doing a devil dance of mine)
leavin em only one chance to die and n***** wanna used a glock
n***** wanna go to heaven but don't want to get shot down
yeah, with my 38 snotnose
i got n***** crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes
lettin loose like Antonio Montana
with a oozie and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, psycho like micro mind (sprice?) six
brotha lynch, rippin his arms off up the crucifix
and when i grab my 9 millimeter gun, point it to your back
cause i don't know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya)
Chorus 2X
(You Know I had 2 Gat Ya)