What u niggaz thought
Gots some bill like [bad word] on the under
Tryin' to keep it on the slunder 'cuz I made you wonder
If I was down 'cuz I rap, now what that mean?
I'm 'bouts to raise up out the hood and leave my 17

Shot glock on the block like I want peace
The only peace I'm gon' get is when I'm deceased
So you still punkin' yeah if I got to
Trigger finger itchin' and I just might pop you

Glock to a [bad word]  head in the 9-5
Oh so you gon' buck 'em down just so you can stay alive
I thought you knew but these fools keep crossin' me
And I be feelin' like the devil got lost in me

When I flash so [bad word] you a killa
Mamas and babies, they say I'm crazy 'cuz I give a [bad word] one chance not to [bad word] wit me
'Cuz when you [bad word] wit me, I gots to take your whole family

Man you sick, naw I ain't got [bad word] to lose
It ain't [bad word]  I been locked up in county blues
All they can do is send me to the pen with a lunch
To get my guts and walk the yard with my folks
I'm gettin' smoked but the judge give me 25
When I get caught, I'mma blast what u niggaz thought

Bring the chalk
(Bring the chalk)
Scrape the bodies off the asphalt
(Scrape the bodies off the [bad word]  asphalt)
It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought
(What u niggaz thought)

Bring the chalk
(Bring the chalk)
Scrape the bodies off the asphalt
(Scrape the bodies off the [bad word]  asphalt)
It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought
(What u niggaz thought)

Man you nationwide, why you still kickin' it?
'Cuz Niner Ross got a 30 round clip in it
And we can take 10 paces then draw
'Fore you turn around, I take 2 and blow off your jaw

Ain't nothin' fair in the hood
I dare a [bad word] to stare at the barrel of my hair pin trigga and square up
Watch his body flare up like some [bad word] 
Heart pumpin' kool-aid now he's sweet as sugar kane

I thought you was quiet but now I see you in the violence
Killas don't talk, real niggas move in silence
And I'mma silently creep upon these niggas slowly
And split the funeral money, [bad word] 

Homie don't ya know me? I'm that [bad word] wit the weapons
Y'all can have them hoes, I'm thinkin' [bad word] the Smith and Wessons
Just feel my nuts and get to splittin' half a bloody bath
Is what you get for crossin' my path as I bail and laugh

Niggas like you get smoked everyday
I'm one of the walkin' dead any [bad word]  way
I don't even trip when them fools be muggin' me
They wanna see the thug in me, dead with a slug in me

It's do or die, slip, creep or be crept on
Makin' 'em swallow 32 hollow tips when the swept on
Rollin wit they heater if fools get smoked, it ain't my fault
Plottin' and catchin' a mutha [bad word] slippin' what U niggaz thought

Bring the chalk
(Bring the chalk)
Scrape the bodies off the asphalt
(Scrape the bodies off the [bad word]  asphalt)
It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought
(What u niggaz thought)

Bring the chalk
(Bring the chalk)
Scrape the bodies off the asphalt
(Scrape the bodies off the [bad word]  asphalt)
It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought
(What u niggaz thought)

What they be thinkin' when they see you creepin' through the streets?
They wanna split me but they know I'm boxin' wit my heat
And under my seat, it's in my lap, I got it [bad word] back
Whatever the destination, can't be lose 'cuz they be peelin' caps

Yeah, I feel you, naw, I don't even feel myself
So quick to blast, I can't get smoked unless I kill myself [bad word] I lost my mind when I bought my nine
Fill it up with a thirty round