Click click bang he, he, he

I'm sick of *****z trying to shoot the big six
But when the **** jumps off the ***** plays the big *****
And that's the problem with the nation of blacks
Too slow with your mother***king hands so you grab your gats
And listen to the gangsta music

You got a glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it
You's a mother***king stud
Letting all your homies know you bought another gun
Suppose they tried to pack you, dropped your **** in the dirt
And know exactly how to send it at you

Trying to work your way into the big clique
And that's the main reason young *****z die quick
Living in this fast **** and trying to have a bad bit
But what you *****z know about a bank roll
Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes
Think about it quick quick and raise up *****

Now the *****z I run with are down brothers
And ready to die for a mother***ker
So when you want to step mate
I'm a bust you dead in your *** with this twelve gauge
I ain't your ordinary villain

Some *****z was born dying I was born killing
So gather up your army G
'Cos that's what it's going to take to stop a ***** like me
'Cos I'm coming at you full force *****
I hope you got some real *****z on the trigger

'Cos I be rolling like a *******
And since you got gats you better use them mother***kers
Sparking nines at a drastic pace
Taking orders from a mother***king basket case

So when my nine goes pop
Boy you better **** and get your *** up off the pot
***k 'em up listen to my glock click
Now raise up *****

So *****z don't ***k with me
'Cos I'm a run the whole ninety mother***king three
And the rest of the years to come
So *****es bring it on if you mother***kers want some
And I'm a break you off a big piece

'Cos *****z can't ***k with the big chief
Attention mother***kers about face
Salute the one that the people call scarface
Still quick to hit them up, quick to get them up
Quick to not give a ***k, never bringing the false ****

I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it
Still running them down, gunning them down
Yeah, 'cos real *****z going to clown
So put your crown on since you're bigger
And let me take care of my business *****

The bigger the ***** the bigger the cap
The bigger the bullet the bigger the ***king gatt
So step up with that hoe **** and I'm a empty the whole clip
Ain't no running like a rabbit
'Cos I'm a let you mother***kers have it

Let the mother***ker blast
And bring your hat to your mother***king ***
'cos *****z ain't true to it, you're new to it
And don't know what to do to it
But I ain't never had that kind of luck
If you're scared to bite the bullet then raise the ***k