Verse One:      Me and the crew had the 40s and dank getting fucked up   Plottin on some suckas last week that snuck up   They thought they had us done, we had the 9's and clip man   Cash in the ride, hoe sealed the cocaine   Fool started shooting   I rolled down the window   Let out some smoke, car full of that indo   Pointed the Tec-9, smoked the passenger   Another nigga to' up but bitch I laugh at ya   Fools tryin to figure whether he should duck or fucking hide out   Niggas got away so we ride out   Plottin motherfuckas 'cause you know I serve ya   And sucka when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder      Chorus:   Its gonna be a bloody murder,   And when I see him I'ma kill him [x2]      Verse Two:      Now when I'm on the set I gots to get paid, check it   Dope fiend got his high beams, talkin bout he got credit   This dope fiend, he was trippin, I said "fool get the fuck on,"   He said he wanted wholesale but didn't have a buck on him   Damn, I didn't want to beat the fool's ass   I reached for my gat, then out jumped the taz   They started gunnin, I started runnin, I got away   They thought they had me caught but the P just hid away   And laid back, did the crack thinkin bout revenge   You see I didn't get him, I'll probably get his friends   He tried to set me with the jump out boys, and I'll serve ya   And dope fiend when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder      -Chorus- [x2]      Verse Three:      I was cool, me and the chill was just chillin   Countin up my mil from the wholesale top dealin   I wasn't even trippin when my pager went off   I said who the fuck is this, just tell that bitch to get lost   He called the bitch on his mobile phone, I said yo its on   She said "P I'll dick ya dick like an ice cream cone,"   I said damn I was a trippin 'cause I fuck bitches all the time   So tell that nasty bitch I catch her ass at about nine   Later that night I had to pop her   Knocked on the door said bitch I came to fuck   But see before I hit the pussy, and got a nut   Some niggas came straight out the closet talkin bout hands up   The bitch ran out the hosue, you know I'm gone hurt her   And bitch when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder      -Chorus- [x2]