as i creep up on da scene with skillz sharper than a guillotine bustin niggas head wide open create a murda scene there aint gone be no laughing when tha Mossberg gets ta blastin lasting long enough to see the fire spark and u gone hear me laughing hollow tips, with tha pistol grips pull tha trigger let and it rip im da nigga dats always be ready for war servin dat gangsta shit fuk yo feelins, fuk yo friends, fuk yo mama, fuk dem kids, yo father, yo sista, yo brother, yo cousin, can catch these muthafukin hands shoot out all da street lights...it aint no thang then we head to da next block....and do da same thang bloody murda mo bloody murda mo murda mo Murda mo murda mo murda murda betta believe ima be pullin dat trigga furst i live a thug mentality and i refuse to let a niggas ride on me aint about all guns my nigga im known to knuckle up leave u on da sidewalk u screamin u bleedin u just got fuked jump right back in da caddi, toss the guns up in da alley, drop tha curtain like da finale, thats what u get fo fukin wit a savage laughin as i hit da blunt my mind is gettin cloudy, i mean im gettin kinda drowsy, i betta get away b4 da popo find me. man i had to get away, really had to get away it would've stupid if i had if stayed, at da scene where he layed AK-47 's and a mac 11, 9 millimeters heater street sweepers, heaters steeet sweepers what r u gonna do when u piss me off and i decide to ride on you yo azz is through 9mm instant murda 9mm instant murda