[Hook]

"I pull a .44 from outta the seat; I body the beat

Clear nigga's outta the street; nobody can creep"

"Holler when it's time for the blood to get spilled"

"When the hammer cock, we don't care who we pop"

[Verse 1]

I'm drum crazy; my gun has begun every rhyme lately

I'm not somebody who cares a lot for someone's safety

I'm not somebody who stops and makes a 180

I'm not somebody who has a job and a young lady

My shots starts spittin' till your body parts stiffen

Physicians is over your heart, listenin'

I like to let my gun stare in the face of a fallen victim

If he wakes, he'll want the hair of the dog that bit 'em

But I never get a reply; it's eye for an eye

With me, it’s once bitten, twice shy

Got a lot of guns in the supply

So I gotta wet niggas now: can't wait till the water runs dry

It's bloodshed in the streets. I am indebted to the deceased

The dead can't rest without peace

I'm chased by the damned and the police

You do a lot of dirt, you wake up with sand in the sheets

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

My gat heavy: I need a flatbed on the back of a Chevy

I need half of a second to be packed and ready

Then I'm out the door, puttin' in time and labour

So if my gun overweight, then I'm its enabler

Cops chasin' me; I can't escape my violent past

So I got to eat and run, or dine and dash

People wanna meet the man that's behind the mask

Cause my face been all over in simulcast

But I'm always outside; I restrain flight

Cause the best place to hide is in plain sight

I'm a machine; my murders last days and nights

With no traces of DNA or data bytes

I heard cops coming. I left the gun on the floor

I left a bucket of blood above the front door

Wish I was there: they probably were in an uproar

But we all square: all's fair in love and war

[Hook]