作词 : Batson Jackson Elizondo Jr.
 作曲 : Batson Jackson Elizondo Jr.
***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out
Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare bitch, yeah, I'll flip
Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did
It be your tombstone and your ****ing grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien, mother****er, when I start gettin' loose on y
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
I make it hard to breathe
I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
Yeah, niggas send me the wrong messag
We gon' ****ing kill the messenge
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
This ain't the Carter, bitch, this is Spart
It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your bitch ass runnin' like a race hors
Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun
See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone
I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect
I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
It's horrific, nah, it's terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist I
Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em
Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch m
I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
That 430 Spider, carbon fiber
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider
The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers
It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
You can explain to my mother****ers while they whoop your ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid
Try me, son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemie