| Potna I’m vicious, you better check my statistics |
| Pimp the blood out of bitches, and boy I off a witness |
| Coughin' on the cat piss with some gats under the matress |
| Two fat double actions that chop like axes |
| Nigga I tear patches, bring the heat like matches |
| Pigs tryin' to snatch us but they can’t catch us |
| Cause homie with chip, is too quick for Crown Vic |
| Plus I gotta give em' the slip cause I’m a ex-convict |
| One more strike I’m out, fuck what they talkin' bout |
| I’m hyphin' out, ain’t no strikin' out |
| I’m a home run hitta, get a, bitch to do my dirt |
| Nigga the game bring pain, that’s why I hurt |
| Feelin' the pain |
| Feelin' the pain |
| Feelin' the pain |
| (Once more) |
| I got some cuddies on Kemper, with some bad ass tempers |
| Just layin' dead to make a muthafucka wimper |
| In the winter rock some G-focs and peacoats, with the dope |
| Tryin' to push more flake than ski slopes |
| Pocket full of c-notes, tryin' to live life lav |
| But in this game sometimes you have to live like sav |
| It’s a bumpy road, so I’m always in a grumpy mode |
| Drunk at the club, hella buzzed, nigga bumping hoes |
| Who knows I might bump a Bonnie like Clyde got |
| Run up with somethin' in the bitch, nigga, why not |
| I’m hot, disgusted, tired of being busted |
| I’m tellin' you somebody finna get hit with the musket |
| I’mma do what I gotta do to get it up out of you |
| Fuck robbin' one, fool a rob a crew |
| We call it eattin' when we catch a fool leakin' |
| Straight face take his shit, nigga no sneakin' |
| We can get a knot out a spot, hop coast |
| Murder, get further, to a spot that’s not close |
| Get cheese like nachos, go bother some notch hoes |
| Always keepin' the hascos strapped like Roscoes |
| P. Coldtrain, we feed cocaine |
| To the dope fiends, who need dope mayne |
| Knock, knock who is it |
| My lil' nigga with the smidgets |
| Tryin' to stack some digits |
| Nigga can you dig it? |