Chase Em Down

[Intro]
(Steve-O go crazy)
Grr
Where the fuck you going?
(Fazo, you did this?)
You know that
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
AR-15, fuck him up, (Grrr) he try to run, gon' chase him down (Goofy)
We bounce out, switch and Drac', ate up his face, had slatt'nem dump him down (Yeah, you know that)
This lil' bitch, she laced, can't trust a slut, (Grrr) I know she get around (Get around)
I post on the 8Block, blowing at jakes, fuck the opps, they clowns (Yeah)
Walkin' shit right down, bullets hittin' his face, it's fuckin' up his smile (Fuckin' up his smile)
Pass out body bags and toe tags, they hide, they duckin' down (Toe tags, they duckin')
Bounce out, clap him up, hit on his head, they know we fucked him up (They know)
He had died on live, couldn't up his gun, they know we wrapped him up (Wrapped him up)

[Verse]
Lil' BJ ran on Darro, why you run? You let your homie die (You let your homie die)
We step on shit for real, he try to run, put four up in his spine (In his spine)
We come from both ways, fuck up shorty head then bounce back on the block (Right back on the block)
He keep on trolling Scoom, he gon' get scoomed, we campin' out his spot (Sweet)
Bounce out the front, walk up and squeeze
Just gotta dub, went up a B (B)
We facin' shit, don't need ID
I drop my mask and grab my ski
Walk down they block, walk up and squeeze (Squeeze)
Stay on my Q's and on my P's (P's)
We clap shit down from overseas (Seas)
He tried to run, start tossin' these (Grrr)
Bitch, we all got money, we don't share Ros
We all got different cheese (Got different cheese)
Chased his ass down four blocks, he ran so fast I hopped out and I squeezed (Brrt)
Four hot seats on the map, we run the 'Raq, we might post in the C (Might post in the C)
Young and turnt, we smoke shit in the 'Raq, who you know that's turnt than me? (Turnt than me)

[Chorus]
AR-15, fuck him up, he try to run, gon' chase him down (Grrr, come here)
We bounce out, switch and Drac', ate up his face, had slatt'nem dump him down (Yeah, goofy)
This lil' bitch, she laced, can't trust a slut, I know she get around (I know she get around)
I post on the 8Block, blowing at jakes, fuck the opps, they clowns (Yeah)
Walkin' shit right down, bullets hittin' his face, it's fuckin' up his smile (Grrr, grrr, grrr)
Pass out body bags and toe tags, they hide, they duckin' down (They hidin', you know that)
Bounce out, clap him up, hit on his head, they know we fucked him up (They know we fucked 'em up)
He had died on live, couldn't up his gun, they know we wrapped him up (Wrapped him up)

[Outro]
Grr
Goofy
Goofy
Yea, yea
You know that