and
I'm at the club and I can feel them sucka's scopin
I'm knowin they plottin on me, but I'm still hopin
They won't try my unless they want to die
They will be drippin more blood than Mrs. Simpson was
Sho' nuff, ain't a bluff, here them sucka's come
Got me reachin under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber gun, uhh
Spun him around with a fat magnum round
Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, uhh