[Verse 1 - Brotha Lynch]
Must be some leakage in my click, some niggas done ran up in my shit
Forced to use the fo-fifth, leavin `em layin` in Ol 8 English piss
Got me all stressin` and sick, pickin` up bodies `n draggin `em, body baggin `em
Try`na get it all done before the wagon come stashin` them
Aye put Scarface on the T.V, put the volume up to ten and a half
That way when the police come, Al Pacino bustin` caps
I got away with a killin`, it was self defence
Had to rinse niggas off the hallway walls, send my hate out to all they dogs
Yellin` like a psycho when I pulled it
It was cuttin` every bullet plenty of full clips
Fuck em, feed em tef` tips
Got a tool kit, filled of kill em up shit
I be puttin` niggas on the ground wid it, fuck niggas who ain`t down wid it
They can hit the back door, see I`ma handle this
I`m so scandalous, like a preacher to teach ya of this (?) shit
If I gotta trip, I`ma heat ya and eat ya
I swear I`m serious, herious, feriously hittin` chest plates
I hit them niggas up quick and have it all cleaned up by the next day
[Chorus - Brotha Lynch]
See I was shootin` through the hallway
Try`na hit everything in sight
Thinkin` in my mind I knew this shit could happen one night
Gotta hit that one right, when I hit that one left
And I`m in the room fillin` up the wycelf, quiet steps - Boom!
Muthafucka what`chu doin` here, don`t you know I got kids?
Hold up, he ain`t dead yet, one mo` to the ribs
Try`na get body parts to relatives, like nigga you don`t get it?
I cut when I hit it, nigga nuts `n guts ripped when I did it
[Verse 2 - Zigg Zagg]
Night after night, I had another thought of destruction
Until this evening, couldn`t believe it ran up in my home with the heat, buckin
My baby`s watchin` it, front row seated, with the chrome to the (?) momma
No pain right now, but later on down the line with the head drama
Didn`t expect this to happen to me but this evening was heated
When I walked outta the bedroom, witnessed `em flash by deep and all black eye ...(?)
I mean five or six of `em, strapped, with the nine-milla to my face
I (?) the hallway, backed up, and ran to the closet for the 12 gauge
What could I do right now beside let it all surface
Then come fuck up your shit on purpose, I got your whole system nervous
But you lied to me compulsive, hit me the hardest like explosives
into your underground Black Market recordin` shit, get focused
Dis Siccmade, can`t nothin` possibly take that away
But if you make me mad, I get that rage
Inflict pain, then make arrangements
Labelled the most wanted, the most dangerous
Wake up out of a dead sleep, walkin` to the murder
Then flamed the rush
[Chorus] x1
[Verse 3 - Brotha Lynch]
See now it`s two weeks later, I had to cut like a cheese grater
Did in all black like a Raider and hit niggas up like a pager, red beam laser
My trust got all fucked up so now I`m watchin` the lights behind me
Tuckin` the metal stuff, try`na get that shit behind me
Testin` my ghetto luck, in the streets Zigg Zagg, my crimey
We lookin` for that prime meat
We lookin` for that man that plotted the crime to try to tie my
life span, splatter my pipe dream
Leave you stiff like a mic stand
Yeah I`m the Burbank titan, whether you likin` it or not
Grew up right out of 24th street, yeah some call it the block
And when they first hit the locks, see I was shot
All I saw was chrome and niggas in black ski masks, comin` in my home
They try`na take my money, they try`na get paid, so I don`t blame `em
But I wish I had the chopper to put the flame to `em
But I didn`t, just a hand pistol, same doin`, bone gristle
Came to `em, dumpin at shadows, and I was havin` shoot-out battles
[Chorus] x2
