*(Quiet voice in the background)*
What the fuck is this?? Bullet holes Tupac.
*(gun shots)*
*(chorus)* x3
Unload the barrel an blast
I`m puttin lead in yo mutha fuckin ass.
Verse 1 *(Knumskull)*
I`m broke as fuck an it`s like that
I`m livin an I`m watchin niggaz bubble an the jelousy is kickin in
I wanna pull licks but that jelousy don`t fit me
let`s bet on the set, I`m a vet runnin from Fifty,
it spell out, so I`m a post to the fullest,
only servin then,
the Ice Cream Man is out again,
it`s jelous niggaz on the lurk still,
we had a treaty,
so now they goin back on they first deal,
(Awww now they ready to put the lead on ya,
how would you like it if a nigga was broke an came fed on ya??!!)
That`s why I`m still on my P`s an Q`s,
readin fools,
I`m known as a shista deceivin fools,
(see quit pagin me!!)
snoopin around found trouble, fo tryin to fuck up a niggaz bubble,
don`t bubble mo than he got,
cuz now he know that if he get rid of you, then that`s more cash in the
pot,
I got a rival now,
tha turf is showin what it`s worth,
I gotta pack a gat fo survival now,
they juss won`t let me be,
all I can be,
so all I can see,
is victory,
I`m struggle master,
so,
the doo-doo that you do,
will only make me wanna bubble faster,
no party-poop cuz this troop came fed-eral,
slappin hoes in they neck juss to let em know,
it`s all clear now why,
it`s so hard to say goodbye,
you broke, I`m gettin high,
don`t make me put the lead on ya.
*(chorus)* x2
Verse 2 *(Dru Down)*
Here I come,
I`m outta jail,
fresh in the air,
nigga need a come up, so nigga didn`t care,
so let me think,
nigga,
I need to pick up pace,
nigga need a lick,
nigga need no safes,
so ah,
let me get straight down to business,
I need me some distance to run when I carry gun,
an I`m a be like quick on my feet,
you try an be a hero,
my nine milli, you an me,
an even if you`re the chief of police,
nigga you will still catch some heat,
cuz I`m juss.... one of the killaz in the town,
a niggaz know they call me Dru mutha fuckin Down,
so homie step back,
this is a jack,
nigga make a move an that ass will get jacked,
because I`m loaded,
I`m loaded off the dank-quid,
an Jackie you will get me high juss fo free see,
juss call me.... S-I-C-K,
I love to kill fo play,
cuz like Cube it was a good day,
an I`m a be like strictly on my Q`s,
P`s an Q`s,
I`m puttin quarter holes in fools,
so don`t you even fuck wit my rep,
my rep`s too big,
an leavin you diggin fo days,
an I`m a get ya,
nigga if I want ya,
I got a gun you run nigga,
I`m a pop ya,
because I`m broke I need to fill me some ends,
give me yo pocket book so I can break it in,
I goes to Wells Fargo, Bank of America,
an if your a woman, don`t think I still won`t put the lead on ya.
BEEITCH!
*(chorus)* x4
Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*
Hell yeah I`m on welfare,
G-A checks,
keeps me paid like a mutha fuckin vet on the set,
let, my mail stretch an gets up,
to even the point where my bitch be choppin zips up,
I whips up the cream,
twenty-eight grams on the triple beam,
chefs hittin clean, how much clean??
four-fifteens, an the zap-co,
the rap-go slip an made a weak move,
don`t sleep dude, I pull licks every week fool,
but ain`t no Bonnie an Clyde nigga,
cuz if a bitch set up a lick, I get the money an slide nigga,
I hit the crap game first thang, leave if you shot yo,
cuz bein broke is the worst thang,
check this out man, cuz you know I ain`t that type niggie,
I scoop the dice, once or twice then the riggie, riggie,
dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot,
no shot, I mean it`s so hot, I`m snatchin hella face from the block,
I got the glock,
sixteen on my waist juss incase,
never hit 6-8`s, know the haters at the gate,
when I shake the dice-a, nother one bites the dust,
they mad as fuck gettin struck by the shista,
I shoulda known,
cuz rule number one,
never roll craps wit some niggaz from a track you ain`t from,
they young an claimin they broke, but they forgotten,
that I got they mail, an I can tell they plottin,
but shhhhitt, they`ll get licked like a popsicle,
don`t fuck around an get sent to the hospital,
lil niggaz think they slick, but they already sawin,
popin at y`all takin raw shit,
let me raise up from these cowards turf,
yeah, cuz lil do they know what`s below the Eddie Bauer shirt,
niggaz mean muggin me but what that do,
I`m a soldier til it`s over,
6-5 on my tattoo punk,
so if you want funk you be a dead homie,
cuz I be down if you pull a 2-elev homie,
now all the niggaz gettin lit up,
I told ya live in yo house wit out yo strap is a rigg up,
cuz I`m a put the lead on ya,
punk ass nigga.
*(chorus)*
