Click click bang he, he, he      I'm sick of niggaz trying to shoot the big six   But when the shit jumps off the nigga plays the big bitch   And that's the problem with the nation of blacks   Too slow with your motherfucking hands so you grab your gats   And listen to the gangsta music      You got a glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it   You's a motherfucking stud   Letting all your homies know you bought another gun   Suppose they tried to pack you, dropped your dick in the dirt   And know exactly how to send it at you      Trying to work your way into the big clique   And that's the main reason young niggaz die quick   Living in this fast shit and trying to have a bad bit   But what you niggaz know about a bank roll   Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes   Think about it quick quick and raise up bitch      Now the niggaz I run with are down brothers   And ready to die for a motherfucker   So when you want to step mate   I'm a bust you dead in your ass with this twelve gauge   I ain't your ordinary villain      Some niggaz was born dying I was born killing   So gather up your army G   'Cos that's what it's going to take to stop a nigga like me   'Cos I'm coming at you full force nigga   I hope you got some real niggaz on the trigger      'Cos I be rolling like a hustler   And since you got gats you better use them motherfuckers   Sparking nines at a drastic pace   Taking orders from a motherfucking basket case      So when my nine goes pop   Boy you better shit and get your ass up off the pot   Fuck 'em up listen to my glock click   Now raise up bitch      So niggaz don't fuck with me   'Cos I'm a run the whole ninety motherfucking three   And the rest of the years to come   So bitches bring it on if you motherfuckers want some   And I'm a break you off a big piece      'Cos niggaz can't fuck with the big chief   Attention motherfuckers about face   Salute the one that the people call scarface   Still quick to hit them up, quick to get them up   Quick to not give a fuck, never bringing the false shit      I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it   Still running them down, gunning them down   Yeah, 'cos real niggaz going to clown   So put your crown on since you're bigger   And let me take care of my business nigga      The bigger the nigga the bigger the cap   The bigger the bullet the bigger the fucking gatt   So step up with that hoe shit and I'm a empty the whole clip   Ain't no running like a rabbit   'Cos I'm a let you motherfuckers have it      Let the motherfucker blast   And bring your hat to your motherfucking ass   'cos niggaz ain't true to it, you're new to it   And don't know what to do to it   But I ain't never had that kind of luck   If you're scared to bite the bullet then raise the fuck