check your alibi Must get deep and think quick, bang a set-up Let met get my coat Alright move slow when you get up PT's in my crib, K9's in the front
like a henchman Creep, creep, creep Catch them while they?re sleep Empty every shell from your clip Knock them off their feet Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
live life like it's legal and work like you should First it seem right, until one night It don't seem right, you don't see the light Start feelin like
the rifle Fuck you, until more niggaz looking just like you Don't toot, when you hear me squeeze off the cycles I squeeze you load (I squeeze you reload) I squeeze
your ass caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya I blow up spots like little sisters G'wan grit
the firing pin, with the hammer ready to drop I took you off, so accept the loss Crack open some olde english that's covered with frost And it's like
bitch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus
got your ass caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya I blow up spots like little sisters G'
Limit like Pac, Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe And blow, up like the world trade And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K'
for something Because I'ma mad at these weapons right HERE And mamacita and gimme the heat, hot cocked and ready to burn and got FIRE we spit FIRE And
photo shoot, you ain't in the picture If you better than I still wouldn't end by assault I spit for years until you finally dive and win by default My mic flow is like mixing in fire
up your lighters, flame on the fire (yeah!) Aiyyo, put your hands up, way in the sky Light up your lighters, flame on the fire [DoItAll] Aiyyo I been
& Wess Someah call mi name like pitch and retch Like ah me mek dem gyal hole big and stretch But di gun weh mi fire tear skin and flesh One squeeze pon
like pitch and retch Like ah me mek dem gyal hole big and stretch But di gun weh mi fire tear skin and flesh One squeeze pon the trigger stop wind and
And all the G'z would say that I would be a G someday Cause I was down for the gun play Raise and squeezing the K And instead of savin me Mama getting
to die, Before I fry I hit the weed so I be forever high My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee I open fire let the lord pick the first
I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for reasons Hard to kill a ni**a cause I'm comin back like Jesus Bow
