Am backing and cocking and popping your pistol I hear you I get you But am loading them rockets Am shooting them missiles And aiming at tissues Infra-red beam with a smoke On top so you know I won't Miss you You a lame nigga, so your niggas Won't miss you, shit they can go With you My bullets raining shit Don't even drizzle My shit is official, because my shit Would lift you My niggas don't tell We don't talk to officials Or the police or the people Who whistle No snitching no ratting no telling NO, NO, NO, NO None of that shit None of that shit But we do hold shot-ties That put holes in bodies Make niggas do back flips This is red life nigga We about that action Pumping that ratchet Bullets go Boop! Boop! Boop! Right through your packing Now your collapsing Bang Bang Nigga