What?
Walk up in your spot and watch me turn it to a grave
Put them drugs up in my face and watch me turn into a slave
Every day, every chance I get, I take, on the stage
In my grave, either way Im gettin paid
Humans like to speak on me and put a smile up on my face
Ear to ear, Im who they fear, they know I bloody up the place
Grip that pistol with precision, Anna Nicole, yeah, all my bitches dead, dead
Make em feel me
Ooh, ooh, weapon singin
Bucket, kick it, fuck it Ill rip it, got no time to show no sympathy
Men in Black, thе beam, except I want him to rеmember me
Marching to a different beat, the death is in the infantry
Im spittin like an infant, baby, AK on my hip, it hit
This old CD on my hit list, I dont stop until I hit
Them .46s on me flip and now everybody my victim
Saw him hiding, then I ripped him, Im trippin, I need to simmer down
Sittin on these, know its me when you hear that pistol sound
Sittin on these, know its me when you hear that pistol sound
Sittin on these, know its me when you hear that-