im always packin-heat, gat-wit-me,strapped-to-me/
the reason i use its cuz its somethin that had-to-be/
i keep my gat on my side and always ready to ride/
on any bitch who wanna be a victim to a homicide/
so step on up and talk ya shit if you must/
but remember i got my gat and its redy to bust/
caps in that ass-i like the way my gat sounds/
when i let it blast-and put you deep in the ground/
buried in dirt-no way out no comin up/
i bet that hurt-but im careless and i dont give a fuck/
i was born to kill bitches like-you its what i-do/
so if ya gotta homie and hes a bitch go ahead and bring him too/
murder, mischief, and mayhem are the methods to my madness/
i must seek and destroy all who preside to be the baddest/
so im on the hunt-keepin my strap under control/
i blast you in the gut-and pour gasoline into the hole/
now ya-stomach-burnin-up, feels like ya on fire/
i grab the-blunt-and-burn-it-up, feels like i need to get higher/
bloodshot eyes-from burnin bubonic buddah baby/
a bit suprised-i think its the reason that im crazy/
psychotic thoughts got me loadin clips into my gun/
i aint afraid to use it so if ya see me ya betta run/
and tell ya homies that im comin so they betta run and hide/
you can tell im comin when you see this killa G ride/
leanin out the window if my gats aimed at ya face/
it means ya dead, full of lead how that taste?/
shit im almost out of bullets i got about four/
so i can chill a little longer and kill a little more/
four shots, three shots, two shots one/
now im out, shit looks like the funs done/
good thing i got more stored at my humble abode/
dont think i forgot ya ill get ya after i reload.../
...alright all clips in bullets ready-to-fly/
i guess the question is are you ready-to-die?/
if ya not thats too bad because your gonna/
IM THE NUMBER ONE STUNNA
the reason i use its cuz its somethin that had-to-be/
i keep my gat on my side and always ready to ride/
on any bitch who wanna be a victim to a homicide/
so step on up and talk ya shit if you must/
but remember i got my gat and its redy to bust/
caps in that ass-i like the way my gat sounds/
when i let it blast-and put you deep in the ground/
buried in dirt-no way out no comin up/
i bet that hurt-but im careless and i dont give a fuck/
i was born to kill bitches like-you its what i-do/
so if ya gotta homie and hes a bitch go ahead and bring him too/
murder, mischief, and mayhem are the methods to my madness/
i must seek and destroy all who preside to be the baddest/
so im on the hunt-keepin my strap under control/
i blast you in the gut-and pour gasoline into the hole/
now ya-stomach-burnin-up, feels like ya on fire/
i grab the-blunt-and-burn-it-up, feels like i need to get higher/
bloodshot eyes-from burnin bubonic buddah baby/
a bit suprised-i think its the reason that im crazy/
psychotic thoughts got me loadin clips into my gun/
i aint afraid to use it so if ya see me ya betta run/
and tell ya homies that im comin so they betta run and hide/
you can tell im comin when you see this killa G ride/
leanin out the window if my gats aimed at ya face/
it means ya dead, full of lead how that taste?/
shit im almost out of bullets i got about four/
so i can chill a little longer and kill a little more/
four shots, three shots, two shots one/
now im out, shit looks like the funs done/
good thing i got more stored at my humble abode/
dont think i forgot ya ill get ya after i reload.../
...alright all clips in bullets ready-to-fly/
i guess the question is are you ready-to-die?/
if ya not thats too bad because your gonna/
IM THE NUMBER ONE STUNNA
