Songtext:
[quiet voice in the background] KFZ Folienbeschriftung What the fuck is this?? bullet holes tupac. {*gun shots*}
[chorus] Unload the barrel and blast I'm puttin lead in yo' motherfuckin ass
[repeat chorus 3x]
[knumskull] I'm broke as fuck in this life that im livin in I'm watchin niggaz bubble an the jealousy is kickin in kindergeburtstag I wanna pull licks but that jelousy don't fit me Let's bet on the set, i'm a vet runnin from fifty It spell out, so i'm a post to the fullest Only servin then, the ice cream man is out again, It's jealous niggaz on the lurk still We had a treaty, so now they goin back on they first deal (awww now they ready to put the lead on ya How would you like it if a nigga was broke an came fed on ya??!!) That's why i'm still on my p's an q's, readin fools I'm known as a shista deceivin fools, (see quit pagin me!!) Snoopin around found trouble, fo tryin to fuck up a niggaz bubble Don't bubble mo than he got Pfingsten für Kinder Cuz now he know that if he get rid of you Then that's more cash in the pot I got a rival now, Tha turf is showin what it's worth I gotta pack a gat fo survival now They juss won't let me be, all i can be, so all i can see Is victory, i'm struggle master, so The doo-doo that you do will only make me wanna bubble faster No party-poop cuz this troop came fed-eral Slappin hoes in they neck juss to let em know It's all clear now why It's so hard to say goodbye Regenwurm Experiment You broke, i'm gettin high Don't make me put the lead on ya
[chorus] - 2x
[dru down] Here i come, i'm outta jail, fresh in the air Nigga need a come up, so nigga didn't care So let me think, nigga, i need to pick up pace Nigga need a lick, nigga need no safes, so ah Let me get straight down to business I need me some distance to run when i carry gun Briefpapier zum Ausdrucken An i'm a be like quick on my feet You try an be a hero My nine milli, you an me An even if you're the chief of police Nigga you will still catch some heat Cuz i'm juss.... one of the killaz in the town A niggaz know they call me dru mutha fuckin down So homie step back, this is a jack Nigga make a move an that ass will get jacked Because i'm loaded, i'm loaded off the dank-quid An jackie you will get me high juss fo free see Juss call me.... s-i-c-k I love to kill fo play Cuz like cube it was a good day An i'm a be like strictly on my q's, p's an q's I'm puttin quarter holes in fools So don't you even fuck wit my rep My rep's too big An leavin you diggin fo days An i'm a get ya Nigga if i want ya I got a gun you run nigga I'm a pop ya Because i'm broke i need to fill me some ends Give me yo pocket book so i can break it in I goes to wells fargo, bank of america An if your a woman, don't think i still won't put the lead on ya Beeitch!
[chorus] - 4x
[yukmouth] Hell yeah i'm on welfare, g-a checks Keeps me paid like a mutha fuckin vet on the set Let, my mail stretch an gets up To even the point where my bitch be choppin zips up I whips up the cream Twenty-eight grams on the triple beam Chefs hittin clean, how much clean?? Four-fifteens, an the zap-co The rap-go slip an made a weak move Don't sleep dude, i pull licks every week fool But ain't no bonnie an clyde nigga Cuz if a bitch set up a lick, i get the money an slide nigga I hit the crap game first thang, leave if you shot yo Cuz bein broke is the worst thang Check this out man, cuz you know i ain't that type niggie I scoop the dice, once or twice then the riggie, riggie Dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot No shot, i mean it's so hot, i'm snatchin hella face from the block I got the glock Sixteen on my waist juss incase Never hit 6-8's, know the haters at the gate When i shake the dice-a, nother one bites the dust They mad as fuck gettin struck by the shista I shoulda known, cuz rule number one Never roll craps wit some niggaz from a track you ain't from They young an claimin they broke, but they forgotten That i got they mail, an i can tell they plottin But shhhhitt, they'll get licked like a popsicle Don't fuck around an get sent to the hospital Lil niggaz think they slick, but they already sawin Popin at y'all takin raw shit Let me raise up from these cowards turf Yeah, cuz lil do they know what's below the eddie bauer shirt Niggaz mean muggin me but what that do I'm a soldier til it's over 6-5 on my tattoo punk So if you want funk you be a dead homie Cuz i be down if you pull a 2-elev homie Now all the niggaz gettin lit up I told ya live in yo house wit out yo strap is a rigg up Cuz i'm a put the lead on ya Punk ass nigga
