[Buddy Roe]   Now I gotta let you have it   Rappin' fire from my automatic   Now I gotta let you have it   Rappin' fire from my automatic      [Trick Daddy]   I just might have to toss this nine   Across your mind   Across that line   I'm running straight up in your mammy's house by mine   Puttin' this fire up in this old bitch mouth by mine   And openin' fire   And I ain't swearing no niggas   Give the deed up until four niggas   Ain't sympathizing with you hoe niggas   I'm just realizing what this thug shit for nigga   You in the middle of a war nigga   Now I gotta let you have it   The whole clip   Fucking up the whole trip   Now you fucking with the boogie man   This shit deeper than Nino Brown   And I ain't see no clown   Nigga nigga nigga      [Buddy Roe]   Now I gotta let you have it   Rappin' fire from my automatic   Now I gotta let you have it   Rappin' fire from my automatic      [Trick Daddy]   I got some niggas that'll bump with you   Play with your kids and eat lunch with you   Then fuck around and kill your ass   I close shop   With 2 shots from a far away glock   Then leave you dead to rot   In a empty lot   And this thug shit simply not   To be taken light   Well y'all fake less I'm taken life   Then I'm taking off   To the old hood   To check on a old girl   To make sure it's still all good   Then it's back to the streets   To finish this beef   Looking for them same niggas that's looking for me   And about three blocks   From where they set up shop   Sell weed and lay some rocks   They got these old cops   Working they're spots   And young niggas on the roof with red dots   When me and my clique scrap and we scared not      [Buddy Roe]   Now I gotta let you have it   Rappin' fire from my automatic      [Buddy Roe]   I'm paranoid cause I'm hearing things   Time served   Only out a few months, associated with birds   They want to pop it, I got bad nerves   Peep   Mini-14 on the front seat   You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it   His Grams missing, who did it, I'ma deal with it   So fuck I care about the shorty   Cause nigga you been known   Skip town   With my pound   With my dudes 'round   Now nigga how you playin', I done counted that   You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask   My cuban friend   Want his ends   Instead of you flipping them divedends   Making millions   Popping then   Silly rabbit   You done started static   Now I gotta let you have it   Rapping fire from my automatic   You left me stuck   And so you outta luck   Cause you done fucked my credit up   ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST   Nigga what      [Buddy Roe]   Now I gotta let you have it   Rappin' fire from my automatic   Now I gotta let you have it   Rappin' fire from my automatic   Now I gotta let you have it   Rappin' fire from my automatic   Now I gotta let you have it   Rappin' fire from my automatic