Car full of choppers and everybody quiet,
Car full of goons and everybody certified.
And if you froze up last time you can’t ride,
It’s going down tonight, ’cause these goons out lurkin’ [x2]
5 in the morning.. ain’t nobody out but us, and everybody sleep but we finna wake the city up, and finna teach you pussy nigga bout playing with us,
we find yo duck ass at night, little homie you outta luck and he don’t know we coming finna get his life took, we riding bin laden shit a hundred round burst
before he went to sleep he ain’t he wouldn’t be waking up it’s already understood these cracker’s get behind a flush and we ain’t coming home, till all the
clips empty and we ain’t shooting up no house, it draw too much attention we catch yo fucking ass coming out homie you gets it i know one motherfucking
thing nigga we ain’t missing
You might miss the newspaper but nigga you gonna make the news victim found face down knocked him out his shoes them choppas went off he tried to run but couldn’t move sawed him
in half that chopper broke him down in two everything them hollow points hit knocked ’em loose we want yo homeboys naw pussy we ain’t through them cracker’s
found a hundred rounds but ain’t got a clue now everybody claim they know who fucked over you a big mouth don’t get you shit but a big funeral and a bunch
of motherfuckers crying who claiming they knew ya you can’t bring ’em back stop crying pussy dead, he should’ve kept his mouth closed he ain’t know how to play it
’cause these goons out lurkin!