Thus the nigga in that casket hotboxin   How many muthafuckers wanna empty out they glocks in me   The gangbangers most wanted   The first nigga caught me in my side   And my set didn't ride   So I'm locc to the mutherfucking brain   50 pounds of dank in my casket   I'm bout to take my last splift   Before I make that move to insane   Records of a criminal for baby killin nothin   40 ounces wit my game   Them niggas that kill they momma for some fame   For the ripgut trigga to hit what muthafuckers in my aim;   Even my momma tried to take me out the game   By heating up some Brandy and taking it to the dome because I came;   With the siccness and it's just the dank that I smoke   Making me load that millimeter putting deuce up in your throat;   Murder she wrote, in the book, as a gang related homicide   Reality check nigga for the fact she giving it up   It's suicide for the do or the die   True or the die each time   One after each as I creep through the streets    With a 9 millimeter up under my seat   I pack heat, deep 'cause a nigga like me can't be played cheap;   blink, before I'm leaving this niggas guts up in the street;   peep, ever since nigga deep I gotta carry me something   'cause everywhere I go niggas 12 gauge pumping   I wan't them to know when my 44 bust   I'm taking this niggas brain hookin him up   And murderin niggas up   Then I give it up, then I'm in the cut   5 triple 0 double o Mosburg pump   Point it at your grill    Ready to bust for the fact some call me still   The hardest nigga in that casket hotboxing   So who those muthafuckers that wanna empty out they glocks in me;   Think 24 times fool fo you come wit yo punk 9's   'cause nigga you nigga me, my oozie say its dinnertime   That ripgut cannibal mind for the shit that make them violent crimes;   That's atheist so feel the sign   A deadman walkin