Slow up all that rap I'll get that boy clapped boy
Don't get plugged to that machine yea
B mack just bang on you, flesh just hang on you
I bring the wop out of the spot it's on like shit
Ring, P crack'll test his aim on you
They said I try to show a nigga what the metal do
You shoot first if you get the drop
B Seig'll squeeze the eag' on you
And I don't know what u been told but when my mac unload
Get him up outta here ring yea
Slow up all that rap I'll get that boy clapped boy
To the bumper drug him two city blocks
P crack b mack is back boy
Load it up, roll up, blat boy flat boy
Load it up, roll up, blat boy flat boy
Stop train, airplanes fall dawg you gon' lose
I'm not lying don't get your ass flatline
And I'm dipping in a bonnie' and I'm fresh out the county
Put your finger in your gun shot wound
Your faggot ass squad wouldn't bleed for you
Got ten shots for the present and the top
Risin' off Porsche eleven about seven stops
About four or five just had to settle two
Oh no here we go another flatline
So I hate for you to run up get one up in your stomach
Run to spittle and tell 'em P. Crack not cool
Fresh out the federal cases I got several
Get back on this gat I throw it for my pop
Oh no here we go another flatline
Short temper with a long gun
Check his vital sign his hemorrhaging finish him, flatline
Paramedics breath over you, machines gotta breath for you
With the mac with the beam that got back in the breeze
Only clap from the neck up I'd let the heck-lar plug 'em
Don't get plugged to that machine yea
Get him up outta here ring yea
Hold up he losing air
Remove his shirt his pressure drop
P crack b mack is back boy
I should of let the ar touch him cuffed him
The juice in me and the henny shot, four perks' and a hitterock
Am I clear? Flatline yea
I'm guaranteed to turn a nigga cold
Come challenge me please I promise you a homi
That nigga crack back and I'ma pop off my blick
Lose the nurse some one get the doc'
P Crack let the mack ring on you
Hold up he losing air
Niggaz snitch when the law come, you better run when the boy come
That nigga mack back you need to hop off our dicks
I'm on my twist you on my list
I'll body little homeboy silence that sound boy
But didn't succeed the nigga still breath
My blick longer that a W.I.C. line
Attempt please I would of hit him in his peas
And I just taught my mami how to shoot a lil' tool
Get flatlined I'm the wrong one
He on that shit that'll make a dead man move
Your deuce work if you hit the spot
I don't think they made kevlar scullys fuck it
That's one less bullet from my hundred shot uz'
