Show you how to turn that powder to a hundred acres
Them pistols'll go, your brain go splatter
This is for them niggaz that supplin' their projects
I let the chopper groove and let the Mack boogie
The strip is mine, naw, you ain't eatin' here
The man catch beef, say my nigga, I got this
I know you gon' hire some cops now
Crack, yeah, I'm nice with the knife game
I got no papers on all them guns
I guess he must've thought I'd have fucked them cats
The 44 will loose more then just a tooth, man
You better think about it, boy, you better think about it
Get ya body outlined with the chalk like that?
A minute ago you were sayin' you'd get at us
I think he said somethin', bring 'em back to me
And y'all know who rep the streets most
So when I pull 'em out your ass best run, crack
I got no papers on all them guns
So 'Be Easy' like T.I. said
Right in broad day, twist a nigga, then pop shit
My niggaz barely speak English, they'll lift, son
You better think about it, boy, you better think about it
Terror Squad, we put the E in East Coast
This ain't for the niggaz hob-nobbin' in closets
You better think about, boy, you better think about it
Let's get it, thank God for makin' crack raw
Taxin' your cash and you ask me to ease up
A hundred shots will rip your top like where the roof went
Exorcist style, get your heads spun backwards
Ice pick change your life with one strike, man
You better think about it, boy, you better think about it
The oldest rule in the books, you should have brought them gats, now
Coca, sun down to sun up
I let the chopper groove and let the Mack boogie
Caly Cartel, used to be a runner
You better think about, boy, you better think about it
I want to rock, now comply or get shot down
Too much rappin' and we don't rat
We do it for them trap stars servin' them packs
I ain't playin', I got big guns
Or them things'll pop up like a Chia pet
Joe's a go when push comes to shootin'
I think he said somethin', bring 'em back to me
And e'er nigga know from way back to Houston
Now why you had to go talk like that?
Or Chi Ali or any given clapper
D Boy, stamp bricks with smiley faces
Packin' the Mack in the back of the Beamer
I run this shit, at least in some recent years
So when I pull 'em out your ass best run, crack
You better think about it, boy, you better think about it
Now how you want it, the window or the chainsaw?
You better think about, boy, you better think about it
