.380 Chrome hits your Dome Piece
Loan Thieves Roam Streets
Stick up Stick up Kids who hold Heat and Roll Deep
Rendevouz with the Buyers in the Gold Jeep..
I Don't Admire Liars Claim they Riders Crying to Police...

Do Em Dirty like they Did Us...
Take the cash, Take the Drugs, Then we Bust...
Fuck these Bitches, Make em Dust
Gas it up and Burn the Truck...
Dancin' With the Devil for the Lust of Moneys Touch.

Paranoia Seeps deep, Creepin in while you Sleep
I Can tell your minds weak...You aint Prepared for the Beef
I Ride for mine Any time, Any day of the week...
Shoot out like desperados when we take it to the Street..

I'll Meet any one of yall at high Noon..
Bring your best goons
Sippin brandy while im Sittin at Saloons...
Hands by his gun..He aint have a chance to Move..
Quick drawed the Revolver, Sent him to his Tomb..