I gotta choppa with a beam. Ima aim it at yo spleen. We will let them sticks sing. It'll make that nigga scream. Run up with dumb shit n you'll be a tear under my eye. Because I got hittas that stay on my side. They always stay ready to ride. Grab they sticks and they gonna slide. My crew always ready to die. Type of niggas that end your life. Then be mackin on your wife. While we listen to yo momma cry. Killing all your crew call that shit far cry.