I was rollin' through the hood one day   Thought shit den calmed down,   "gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around   Ain't talked to nobody from my block   Cause all my niggas is locked up   And it's been all ever I seen wit a guillotine   So I was in the "cut supreme"   Fifteen grams and some "greenodine"   Ain't seen a block nigga since   But now I'm off that kill green   (mothtafuckas ain't got no love for me)   (niggas wanna put some slugs in me)   So I'm double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven   Brotha lynch hung, but the bitches call me kevin   They try to make me think they close to me, but neb'in [never]   You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep recipts for alibis   And the meat they ate from them drive-bys ain't mine   Cause mine's a supe' desguise   As I swoop the skies high off that buddha   Tah mixed the cusche and the purple hairs   And it got me high   (now I'm rollin on the river)   Labeled mr. fedex   (cause them bodies I deliver)   Got to get to my next plot   Unlock the freezer get the meat for the "rocks" [rotweilers]   And heat the heat cause it's the "nine-neb'in" ['97]   And it's hot den a mothafucka   (all day everyday) i'mma stay loaded up, "krondike" in the trunk   And a pound full of james brown   Cause I gots to get loaded so hold up soldier      [chorus: 2xs]      The count goes   (one more pound of smoke and it's guaranteed to make a mothafucka choke)   (ain't got no down ass bitch at my side   But I got some bomb ass weed in my ride)      Nothin but notches, booches   Fill my pockets, hit 'em up everyday, gotta have my pay   The gaungay got me high now I'm paranoida den these booches   Filthy rich, i'mma take the loot   And the dig a ditch, tell your neighborhood bitch   To miss me with that hoe shit   Cause i'mma get this nigga when he surface   And that's on everything I love, I gots to split his wig   Opened up the little blue packet, stung him like a yellow-jacket   Rib cage heavily padded, hit him with the automatic shells   Send him to hell express from his mailing address   We got his name, for sho', then we went to the house and did that shit   I know I said I do it alone in the pass, everybody in the neighborhood knew   Somebody betta jack his ass up like a six-four impala   You floatin' on dirty water   Pack your shit up nigga like it's on only you and your ? woda-goda?    Track your ass down, smoke your last pound      [chorus 2xs]      (if you smell any smoke it's just me and my homies gettin' blown)   And I was late gettin' home, intoxicated   Fight with my old lady   She was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now she's animated   Motivate through you like a foggy mist   You can hold me in your chest-plate like that nitro hit   First degree told me if the weed can toss   It'll talk some shit, gotta get me an underspot   Make me a hemp museum like b-legit   I'm tryin to bump my head on the moon   Live so high up in the mountains eatin' snake meat, fried raccoons   With a attitude I need food to eat up   Smoke a fat blunt on my couch with my feet up   Top notch program, dos mode indo 95 upgrade siccmade   Stay paid til the day on the ground, i'mma lay, i'mma stay loaded up   In my trunk I got the blow you up and it'll blow you up   And the count goes      [brotha lynch hung sends out shout outs til the end]