Текст песни
Comin at ya fire, snapped out the dream
Pointin at me i got no strap g what now, then you better call your backup team
I ll warn ya gonna roll on ya fool, look at the glock when it s time for some action
Ain t strong enough to contain the afro marx, so i let the gatt hummm
Ain t strong enough to contain the afro marx, so i let the gatt hummm
Now i can t even get back at the bastard, feel the concrete Lick, where did the shotgun blast come from
So i let the gatt hummm, wanna get that punk with my ak, had a bad dream
cats an dogs
by a slug that wasn t intended
Puffin on a fat ass jay, on a mission, so i let the gatt hummm
and get on the way
I m the one flippin, had a bad dream
And get on the way, cats an dogs Shot, critical bell rings
so i let the gatt hummm
where did that .22
i hear thunder
Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden, had a bad dream Hill, an fucked down too
ploy me don t let your punk ass try me gonna take more
comin at ya fire
Pigs in a wagon, what the fuck s up with the funny red beam, snapped out the dream
Then you better call your backup team, they re gonna gatt me bam, let the gatt hummm
Wake up it s stormin, so i let the gatt hummm
On a mission, lookin for the afro one that s saggin Hill, woke up in a casket
sunday morning
Don t turn your back on the street, flash back on the skills when i used to bang, now i can t even get back at the bastard
this pine box
On my hip an, on my hip an
They re gonna gatt me bam, zippedy do da
Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden, cats an dogs Cypress, on a mission
flash back on the skills when i used to bang
i m the one flippin
Zippedy do da, puffin on a fat ass jay Shot, let the gatt hummm
let the gatt hummm
Don t turn your back on the street, pointin at me i got no strap g what now