T-Rock e D.J. Paul Lock'em in the Expedition No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute I woke up early Saturday morning, suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends And pay a livin', neh nigga, gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin' Fuck the reason, and the treason, time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that