Me and my partner TipToe 'bout to do a homicide
Crankin' up the ride, finna go out on the east side
First I roll a blunt, so rappers like us can get high off the spliff
So when we gets to cap, we won't have no pity when we kill
Rolled up on the set, real slow, with the lights off
Then I see my enemies, wanna cap 'em with the sawed-off
Busters standin' on the corner, sippin' on some Alizé
That's when I got the TEC, threw in thе clip and then commence to spray
Jump back in thе Chevy, burned rubber, as I left the scene
Still blazed from last night, so a killing to Tommy Wright just ain't no thang
Ballin' down Bellevue, headed to a C.T.O
Buy me a getaway, packed my bags and lay low
Go and pop the trunk and put the pump in the plastic bag
Buried in the yard of the house that my father had
Now these suckers fearin' me with rumors lurkin' on the streets
That I shot another, left his body like a refugee
Yellow tape, chalked bodies, blood on the concrete
Won't go to jail now or later, step to me, you'll meet yo' maker
the ICT is not sending their best