作词 : Lokei
Must be some leakage in my click, some niggas done ran up in my shit 
Forced to use the fo-fifth, leavin 'em layin' in 
Ol 8 English piss 
Got me all stressin' and sick, pickin' up bodies 'n draggin 'em, body baggin 'em 
Try'na get it all done before the wagon come stashin' them 
Aye put Scarface on the 
T.V, put the volume up to ten and a half 
That way when the police come, 
Al Pacino bustin' caps 
I got away with a killin', it was self defence 
Had to rinse niggas off the hallway walls, send my hate out to all they dogs 
Yellin' like a psycho when 
I pulled it 
It was cuttin' every bullet plenty of full clips 
**** em, feed em tef' tips 
Got a tool kit, filled of kill em up shit 
I be puttin' niggas on the ground wid it, **** niggas who ain't down wid it 
They can hit the back door, see 
I'ma handle this 
I'm so scandalous, like a preacher to teach ya of this (?) shit 
If I gotta trip, 
I'ma heat ya and eat ya 
I swear I'm serious, herious, feriously hittin' chest plates 
I hit them niggas up quick and have it all cleaned up by the next day [Chorus: Brotha Lynch] 
See I was shootin' through the hallway 
Try'na hit everything in sight 
Thinkin' in my mind 
I knew this shit could happen one night 
Gotta hit that one right, when 
I hit that one left 
And I'm in the room fillin' up the wycelf, quiet steps - 
Boom! Mutha****a what'chu doin' here, don't you know 
I got kids? 
Hold up, he ain't dead yet, one mo' to the ribs 
Try'na get body parts to relatives, like nigga you don't get it? 
I cut when 
I hit it, nigga nuts 'n guts ripped when 
I did it [Verse 2: Zigg Zagg] 
Night after night, 
I had another thought of destruction 
Until this evening, couldn't believe it ran up in my home with the heat, buckin 
My baby's watchin' it, front row seated, with the chrome to the (?) momma 
No pain right now, but later on down the line with the head drama 
Didn't expect this to happen to me but this evening was heated 
When I walked outta the bedroom, witnessed 'em flash by deep and all black eye ...(?) 
I mean five or six of 'em, strapped, with the nine-milla to my face 
I (?) the hallway, backed up, and ran to the closet for the 12 gauge 
What could 
I do right now beside let it all surface 
Then come **** up your shit on purpose, 
I got your whole system nervous 
But you lied to me compulsive, hit me the hardest like explosives into your underground 
Black Market recordin' shit, get focused 
Dis Siccmade, can't nothin' possibly take that away 
But if you make me mad, 
I get that rage 
Inflict pain, then make arrangements 
Labelled the most wanted, the most dangerous 
Wake up out of a dead sleep, walkin' to the murder 
Then flamed the rush [Chorus x1] [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch] 
See now it's two weeks later, 
I had to cut like a cheese grater 
Did in all black like a 
Raider and hit niggas up like a pager, red beam laser 
My trust got all ****ed up so now 
I'm watchin' the lights behind me 
Tuckin' the metal stuff, try'na get that shit behind me 
Testin' my ghetto luck, in the streets 
Zigg Zagg, my crimey 
We lookin' for that prime meat 
We lookin' for that man that plotted the crime to try to tie my life span, splatter my pipe dream 
Leave you stiff like a mic stand 
Yeah I'm the 
Burbank titan, whether you likin' it or not 
Grew up right out of 24th street, yeah some call it the block 
And when they first hit the locks, see 
I was shot 
All I saw was chrome and niggas in black ski masks, comin' in my home 
They try'na take my money, they try'na get paid, so 
I don't blame 'em 
But I wish 
I had the chopper to put the flame to 'em 
But I didn't, just a hand pistol, same doin', bone gristle 
Came to 'em, dumpin at shadows, and 
I was havin' shoot-out battles [Chorus x2]