Click, click, bang, hehe

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

Aand 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'ma 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'ma 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'ma 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 gat
So step up with that hoe ****
And I'm a empty the whole clip

Ain't no running like a rabbit
'Cos I'ma 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 up