Hittin em with the 5lb slide when we ride…(That’s how we handle that)
Hittin em with the 5lb slide when we ride…(you really wantin that)
Split mentality, evil surroundin me...
Reasons no breathin in the murda season…Guaranteein Yawl can’t handle me.
Plain dumb to fuck with the one that’s numb
With numerous guns…Murderin so much fun.
Pop pop you done…from the cocked glock gun.
Dodgin bobbin and weaving….no leavin with no place to run.
Neva a friend to me…just enemy sendin me deep in my trance…
You ready to dance with the devil….I’ll neva settle foe anything less.
At best you leavin with holes in yo chest…a bloody mess.
It’s the name of the game of the game that I love.
Always play with no shame, claim, & bang forever thug.
Ready to get ruff, rugged…so fuck it.
So take yo hatin and shove it.
Before you’re greeted with the 8 shot pump & I buck it.
We Rollin with the 5 pound slide. When we ride..
Twitch of a finga on the trigga nigga you die…(My my) bye bye…By my hand
Hittin em with the 5lb slide when we ride…(That’s how we handle that)
Hittin em with the 5lb slide when we ride…(you really wantin that)
Demons screamin sinister scriptures..Flashin out gory pictures of mangled bodies hangin from my fixtures
A hellish mixture of subliminal commands.
As I chant Kill em all Kill em allat there demand.
Fall in there plan equiptin the pistol in my hand.
Standin alone…standin on my own in the sand of the land of darkness.
With weed & my pistol let’s spark this.
& reminisce on the abyss of evils existence.
Happiness always been in the far distance.
Huntin with persistence…getting nothing but resistance.
What is this…fuck it why ask why.
Don’t cry for me…cuz they’re dry from me….
Die from me…& lie in the bed you’ve made.
Created your own fate…shake the hate..still no escape….to late.
Nigga you wanted it you got it & caught it so bleed indeed foe the need of murderous greed.
