Chorus: I got the matic I know if I can dump once, I can twice I let the hammers Hommie believe me, then act up tonight, and I'll show you matics (gunshots), automatics (gunshots) I got the clips
1: Havoc Nigga, I'ma draw, coward get close then I'm lettin' it raw Them touch ya dog, ya heart bound-ta stall Feed em' tips, I ain't playin' whitcha boy if you want, get shot in the mornin', mornin' Hammer cocked, them slugs gonna touch ya left my clips since son got hit When I roll, I'm pack, ain't no compromising bitch Up my coat, from my jeans with a string, I'm gettin it in, any club I (yea) And everything I love, front, gettin smoked, I ain't playin games keep thinkin (ooooohhh)it's a joke the day you gonna eat a slug Hommie call the doctor right now you ain't gettin up I copped guns, they just addin up My black techs the death (ooooohhh)
Verse 2: That P not the sniper, but I shoot a nigga so good he bound to die 'cause, when it comes to techs don't my skills, bullets'l bend you over, put ya head at ya heels Give bitches the chills, have em' payin my bills, she a thug bangin' her out, you niggas ain't real If I ain't got the big 3 pound with the scope, I prolly got the pocket 25 joint Tonight we scheamin on this niggas home, he on the lights we be sittin in the room Niggas like me we a dangerous thing, we shoot anywhere, anytime, down for a bucks make a coward heart jump, these slugs in my gun do away with chumps When the "mobb" come to the party, they petrifyed, it ain't the weed gettin niggas paranoid for they