As I'm scoping out the middle, bow and arrow to my spinal   I hear the eagle calling as it's flying for it's final kill   I feel the sense of murder in my veins   Hiding bodies in turrains, night stalkers is the name   I read motherfuckers like a scripture, you see the picture   Your face down staring at the snake that bit ya   Hit ya with the feeling, I went in and brought em with death   Not even the Holy Spirit can hear em gasping for breath   Nothing left but a body, dangling, hanging from the tree   Evidence of struggle inflicted by me the young G   Out of America's finest, the 619 is your boundary   The county of the wicked's where you found me   I'm out thugging like a motherfucker   Making a living, I'm unforgiven, you best believe I'll buck ya   I ain't no killer but don't press your luck   'cause if you're fucking with my ends it be like fucking with my blunt punk      [Chorus x2]   When the sun goes down you hear the wolf cry   Thugs don't die, we multiply   So put your money where your mouth is and handle business   Fuck a witness, become a victim of my hit list      Now check my status, I got these motherfuckers ducking   If you be owing me duckets you better pay before I start dumping   A little something for that ass to make you fly straight   If not I'll make your own people ship you in the wooden crate   The mental state of mine is strickly fuck a foe, fuck a hoe   Fuck everything around you that ain't making dough   I gotta hustle everyday, make sure I get my pay   My lady's getting bitchy 'cause the baby's on the way   I pray to God that I make it through   Yeah, I know that I'm a fool but what the fuck is it to you   I used to sell dimes, quarters and ounces   Now I push keys overseas when I'm bouncing   Lounging in a different state, counting stacks   Worldwide ballers know that Shadow got the fat sacks   Packs of blunts being rolled up so busters when I show up   You know you're caught up in a fucking hold up      [Chorus x2]