Livin' on fat pockets on flat wit tha gat Rollin' around a nine deuce Cadillac Still got my homies to watch my back And they'll smoke ya ass if you wanna come and chat That's why some pigs and the kids come sweatin', they follow A hollow point shell's hard to swallow Why wallow when you come to roll on? I put the clip And before I bring ya ass on, what chu gonna do Kickin' dust on your head like I bust My grip surrounded, I'm about ta get rushed, I'm brushed wit death How many shells stuffed in my closet, with my big Cognacs, cut
When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (When tha shit goes down) When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (When tha shit goes down) When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (When tha shit goes down) When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (Ya better be ready)
I told tha boyz get tha sawed off glock And tha rest of tha gats As I strapped on tha bullet-proof vest Boom I think I got one to tha chest Hot damn I didn't want to kill a man shit I still stand tall with tha Hill Clan Y'all better stand back, niggaz 'bout ta fall I'm comin out blastin like Yosemite Sam Gt tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham
When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (When tha shit goes down) When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (When tha shit goes down) When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (When tha shit goes down) When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (Ya better be ready)
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