Had 2 Gat Ya

I'ma let it be known that I'm with the force so nigga you know its on

oil my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosone

for the fact that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang

that nigga that nigga that gang bang no never that nigga that claim

yeah I'm a nigga eating Jesus brains

i got the evil in my muthafuckin back and in my muthafuckin veins

wearing my black to creep,

momma told a muthafucka he'd be dead in a week

so nigga what? load me like a (12 5???) sale,

pass the dank takin dead body's to the blood bank

and while i hook em up proper

i got them swallowing in my loaded heart stopper

POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the niggas spleen

plus the barrel on my muthafuckin nine, lookin plus

that nigga that nigga that runs them mothafuckas back

i got you fiendin for a nigga like you fiend for crack

cause its like that (mo wiggita then a nigga get might packed???)

cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back

so niggas know us brothas can't go out like that

sellin my momma the crack, watch yo back cause(You know i had to gat ya)

Chorus: repeat (4x)

187 on a nigga nigga nigga

You know I had 2 Gat Ya

Yeah, picture your death,

that nigga that siccness

figure to sick this, foo

that nigga that rips

(??? look at that nigga ) that siccness drops

and as my trigga goes Pop! Pop! Pop!

that niggas be ducking from the buck shot

see, fuck it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes cock

so there it goes, not the average nigga

the baby killa, (???a rabies)

dealin that nigga maybe killin that nigga that smooth way

that mothafuckas ain't shit to me

white nigga, black trigga cracks every mothafuckas back

late in a day, fools used to get they squabs on

the blood gang deuce nine creep mobb zone

runnin a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool

but stealin on muthafuckas like a clepto

let no, other muthafuckas raise yo hood

half the mothafuckas smokin niggas like wood

got locked up with they cock up, some other niggas asshole

but atleast my niggas had enough heart to blast though

now the duece ain't deep like 86

i'm solo, might as well see me on a crucifix

the duece for age, baby killin athiest

for the funk right back, cause (You know I had to gat ya)

same ol fool, that nigga deep load, what up

ain't no doubt who runs the muthafucka

cause every cut i drop is like a muthafuckin main (course??)

(???) that's why i make so many corpse

cause when they hear that nigga that nigga that siccness drop

my nine millimeter goes Pop!

my sign going to creep them,

nightmare creeper millimeter meter

lock up, main corpse, spirit your brain

got niggaz killin niggaz, just because I'm rappin insane

something like a manson mind, my nigga triple six

(i got em doing a devil dance of mine)

leavin em only one chance to die and niggaz want to used a glock

niggaz want to go to heaven but don't want to get shot down

yeah, with my 38 snotnose

i got niggaz crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes

lettin loose like Antonio Montana

with a oozie and I'm kickin em with a 12 gauge nots and em

Ah, psycho like micro mind (sprice?) six

brotha lynch, rippin his arms off up the crucifix

and when i grab my 9 millimeter gun, point it to your back

cause i don't know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya)

(You Know I had 2 Gat Ya)