They wanna start again, no arguin'
Guns in the car for them, hit 'em while they feet on they Alterman's,
Off guard, uh huh, blow 'em out they cardigans,
They case hardenin', they at the table bargainin',
No time for stuck safeties or shaky targetin',
Hit the face, hit the safe and the carpet and
Get the weight, get the cake, get the tape that we starred in,
Escape, hit the interstate partyin',
They guardians is soft frames as jellyfish,
Give 'em shirts they can strain spaghetti with,
They rarely kick, my readiness only matched by my pettiness,
Get the change, where the couch at?
Pick pocket fleas, please get the cheese off they mousetraps,
Remember, they holdin' just like us,
Burners under the furniture, 4-4's in floorboards,
Murderers, burglars, they game just as hood,
And they aim just as good, a little better,
Little Berettas with suppressors
And all the etceteras for whatever,
We can pole climb, cut phone lines, the whole nine
But we gotta stay together, that's the key to this,
Even if it's no longer secretive,
They gonna start panickin' when they see that you backstage without the laminent,
Don't ease up, niggas tend to freeze up, become mannequins,
'What about you?', don't worry 'bout me,
I'm averagin' 50 shots a game when it's cracklin',
Turn the lights off on they ambulance,
Just, give me room to operate,
They be in operatin' rooms with wounds to contemplate,
Don't speak, no room to commentate,
Make sure ya sneakers tied, no shoes to confiscate,
Get aways, take cables out they Sables,
Slash the tires on they Chryslers, no survivors,
Niggas can't make it with MacGyver,
Either you get them or they get you,
No amount of karate class can keep you outta body bags,
So save ya boxing and Ninjitsu,
Don't be cheap, bullets is ten cents apiece,
Give 'em each a saw buck the instant they reach, uh
Movin' on, make sure you know who's who, who's you, who's not, and who to shoot upon,
Friendly fire and hittin' innocent standbyers'll
Get ya enemy wired and it's bad enough,
So don't go gassin' 'em up,
Leave that for the shells, the 12's from the pumps,
If done correct, the condo's on me,
Gotta go, rock--roll, lock and load on 3