[Verse 1]

Now see I creep like a country club vet through the ghetto

Hit the block side and shake my ass like jello

Put the peddle to the fuckin' floor in the 7-4

Chevy, fo-door, ready to shake the po-po

Cuz I mob like a fucking G from the faculty

Steady packin' heat, can't have these blades jackin' me

Cuz in the 9-5 in the days we be livin' in

Niggas'll take your life, as well as your dividends

So can't be givin' in, gots to pack my heat

So I can leave the jacker's bloody body in the street

Lookin' like some bloody meat cuz I fucked him up

Blood splashed on my tires, then I smoked him up

But um, he was unconscious by the crooked letter Fac

Mobbin' fo-deep, in the land of the tack

And I had the fully mac-10, a fifth of gin

And a twump for 10, so watch a nigga sin

On these niggas

Time to pull my strap and pull the trigga

Rat-a-tat-tat from the mac

Now watch it fill you full of slugs

Body's full of plugs

He tried me fuck me

So I left his body numb

But I'm of the word gang type

Like a 20 sack full

Now you know you can't be fuckin' with that crooked letter Fac

[Chorus]

Them niggas came through with they mugs on mean

Sess Fac had the mini mac on the team

And it seems kind of evil how we spray these people

Smoke me up, like attack crooked letter Fac

Them niggas came through with they mugs on mean

Sess Fac had the mini mac on the team

And it seems kind of evil how we spray these people

Smoke me up, like attack crooked letter Fac