, You shit your pants knee deep, Get that gun off my chest, It's in your best interest, I keep my self control but i'm scared inside, Put that gun away
up, You shit your pants knee deep, Get that gun off my chest, It's in your best interest, I keep my self control but i'm scared inside, Put that gun
again The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my
That's that thugsta yes I pump slugs And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas Fuck them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess that hood'll
a crazy, crazy tip Mother fuckers claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol whipped Whipping out my mini-mag, fucking niggaz up Bullet proof vest on my chest
m writin exact on my axis From my head down to my Air Max's Phil waxes and relaxs Phil also fills up mental food up in your ?deadly gases? My name is
my name in your chest You can come test realize you're no contest Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
's the Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test realize you're no contest Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
exact on my axis From my head down to my Air Max's Phil waxes and relaxs Phil also fills up mental food up in your ?deadly gases? My name is Jason when
Stay out my borough Cause when my gun burn, it's loud like Pairos And when it's your turn, you fold like Gyros And ya'll buy your suits in portions I get
when the times get ugly When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running The magazine empty and the nine stop busting I bang my fist till my palms get
shoulders gettin knocked Clean off of they head See that red dot comin from Me and my girlfriend Cause I wants mine I needs mine And i'm about to get
! I'm from uptown... and that ain't no Beverly Hills You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiousity kills Send chills up my trigga finger, blast tha
is back again The rippers at your service Girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface Like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my
wid six dogs That's that thugsta, yes I pump slugs And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas Fuck them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess
's the Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test realize you're no contest Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a glitch And my car's like a spaceship Got gold in my Nike checks Jordans got ice in the laces Pants got a gun where
my chest like whatever. Words fit together like drugs and fiends, Full flippin and machine gun and submarines. Lettin off rounds, never soft sounds with my
