They told me to get my heat, so I got mine
Them muthafuckas done made they hit
Now we only got the mini Mack in the trunk, sawed off pump and the .45th
But i'm confident that we handle funk like muthafuckin' g's
So all you bitches and snitches get ditches when my trigger finger itches it's viscous,
For some reason I'm still in that season
All them other muthafuckas done left, smother muthafuckas to death
Other muthafuckas done slept long
Hit off the kryptonite and get gone
Hit 'em up two to the dome, visit your funeral home alone
Had love for them once when and this shit got grim
Killin' me softly, it's costly, check the chin, hit the Henn and then bend
Dial 1-800 Old Gold
And you picture me surrounded by fifty pounds of ground meat
Grade A beef, it ain't cheap
I got that shit that'll make them weak minds upchuck, upchuck
Your guts and I'll have your nuts, wassup?
You was locked down, so I, fucked your bitch
Gave you that, syphilis dick, looped the music made sick, throats slit
Trump tight murder on sight, split ya dome, hit ya home at night
Move in the dark with infer-red light
You die, then I'ma do your wife
I'ma leave you hangin' on your doorstep
Have your wife ass butt naked, razor blade grazed from the ass to the neck
Really thow this is lynch at his best....