toting on this pipe see a opp it's on sight bullets in his head make his face look ripe I shoot til I see lights making sure they bright gotta take flight fucking on yo dyke when time is right I still shoot my pipe we don't Neva ever fight bullets to his spine gun do nice and fine he running my beam in a line smoking his pack he get me high smoking all his homies one at a time bullets through his heart like a valentine that's a whole lotta crime like a quarteback the bullet holes is dimes smoking his pack that nigga should have never lacked boy got killed in his Nike tech bullets get to chopping make them niggas hit the deck girl give me neck shoot til he dead face full of lead verse three words you say can't hurt me his girl giving me a slurpee make her gobble like a turkey saw that nigga run thought it was fun til I ran up with my glock shots sprayed like 21