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And as I bail through the woods of the southside
Terror zone nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
When I peel a dome and bail
Gone like hell right through the do
I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, nigg* ooh
Watch me bail nigg* but you don't see me though
Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
But takin' a puff of the dank stuff
and enough that double O-A-E dooz me
I'm slowly loadin' up the oozy
Well now who's he
Well it's that dead motherfker doe
Well whatcha know comin' through with that murder mo
And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
You either give up the information,
nigg* o get shot, so nigg* nah WHAT!
I guess you wanna dose of this milla
Twenty-four shots from that mommas baby killa
nigg* mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin before I crept nigg*
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
nigg* welcome to your own death
(BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain
Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2
So miss my sicc
Some don't know me, don't know my click
That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of s**t
Plus many more caps bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high back
So done load them nines and pull them high jacks
And lie back in the cut and roll another fat one up
Tack one up for locc to the brain
Them that really don't give a fk
Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut
So nigg* now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut
Plus nuts and guts is what I rips for
Creepin' up in a six four impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my nine do the talkin'
Leavin' you walkin' to your funeral low
Diggin'? yo smoke from the mack 1-0
I had ya p*ssin' just in case
I got me a mack eleven for your face that's leavin' no trace
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a neck
So watch the reeper when I creep crept
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
When I hit the block with a nine
Them fools better be duckin'
My nigg* duck got out the car and started buckin' at runnin'
untraceable gauge shells
Only worriers goin' to hell
And 5-0 they just can't swoop
See cause we mobbin' too well
My murder file done pile more than a nigg* expected
See cause have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
That I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my OG told me why G's got to kick up some dirt
And I'm tired of warnin' a motherfker about a nigg* like me
When it's hard to believe
the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
See that's the city and it's making a motherfker stress
Gotta watch your back like 24-7
unless you wanna be livin' the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die nigg* die you'll repeat until you're buried
That nine millimeter givin' no motherfkin' respect
Up on your back with your last breathe
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6