danger when you fuck with a buster Like shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers You got more class than the average-type hooker bitch Don't switch, he gotta grip
when I come back I'm a need seven baby Coke white posse slide mobile reppin' crazy Tappin' my gas cause my life consist of this Cars and dope big rifles wid pistol grips
tripping But yet still they plot to catch a nigga slipping, pistol gripping When my pockets itching, to stack money Never thought my baby mama, would bitch and act funny Walking round
me (mc mack) Cm mack contemplating,waiting for another bitch to Slip I'm sippin' on the verve That's where i stay try wit' those pistol grips I never
back, run up on me I'm dropping you flat My nigga fall behind the trigger, he don't how to act Better tall your niggas to chill, while we go round for round
talk word to mother it be the gutter brother Back with another banger to set off the summer Better get up and come a-round cause the way our shit will
to put him six feet deep; underneath the concrete O.G. is back on the streets So niggaz, grip the heat; it's on once again [Cell] While he soaking round
"Meanwhile, in another part of the town" I got a suicide squeeze on the trigger Hit you like a swig of 100 proof hard liquor The Minister gotta fade
sip a swig of this liquid I spitted riverless I'm phina split some lips and rip some ligaments And get the pistol grip and dip and hit a lick, with exquisiteness