I'm cockin on low, ready to hurt foes on dirt roads
Makin my hand jerk from every burst I gave the first blow
Keepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin they shirt holes
Three birds'll blow up in the back seat, I swear to God fu-k
she could've been a model, Coke bottle figure, instead
she bent it just like a Desperado, left her hair hollow
Two slugs to swallow -- whose next to follow?
Some cats behind some cactuses
Clappin hazardous, who these nikkaz is with low shot averages
Bustin right back at they cabbages, givin em flashbacks
of baby carriages, this mexican inside this Lex is
tryin to crash my sh-t, drivin reckless
Look like he desperate
Pulled down the tinted glass and let the Tec spit
It's hectic, car flew in bodega with his neck hit
Body and head was seperate, totally
disconnected
Bust back two shots
at ones that standin with cannons up on the rooftops
that drew glocks, but my 20/20 spot em for two blocks
I'm wettin sh-t like it's rainfall they doin dew drops
Two more shots came out saloon doors
I'm blowin sh-t up like platoon wars
Hesitations I got no room for
Assume sure, the head honcho was bullet wounds bored
Out in the dusty sand, gun was still in his hand
Kicked the can when sh-t hit the fan
fu-kin around with this G Rap the Hitman
Wait so this songs been around long enough for people to begin hating on it now? You have no idea what you're talking about.