Stepping outside the kutt which way should I go, got the enemy walking up on me
Should I take them out or should I sneak into the Cadillac slowly
Fuck that shit I buck em down he runnin' his mouth behind my back
I'm hearing the sirens down the street, I'm jumping into the Cadillac
Telephone keeps on ringing, turn it on silent I don't want to talk to you bitch
I'm stanging on all you busta muthafuckas I don't want to talk to no snitch
The 5-0 coming into my yard yellin' put it down ima put u down
This little bitch talkin' that shit put a gat up to his back and buck them down
You can catch me in the graveyard confirming dead bodies of my enemies
No peace for souls in my gaze, mane they mine to keep
Cutthroat, I know this world has been to a nigga
And my will's slowly weakened to the urge to pull the trigger
Grey matter on the walls
And a shell hits the floor
Catch a glimpse of a shadow as I creep out the door
11 rounds in his frame
See the smoke drain from bullet holes
They don't know
Mane these hoes they don't really know