Slippin N’ Tha Darkness

The drama's 'bout to jump off, so pick your fucking coffin (x4)

It was a Sunday
12 AM was the time
.357 Smith and Wesson got this robbery on my mind
Gotta get me one of them ballas so I peep 'em as they floss
My partner passed a hooter as he cocked his nina ross
This nigga's in a Bronco and he's creepin' out the parking lot
I'm trailin' right behind him, tryin' to find a dark spot
He's got his blinkers on tryin' to get into the turnin' lane
Stopped at the red light, wassup nigga, you know the game
I creeped up right behind him, bounced up out my Chevy
I'm saying to myself, "Damn, I hope my partner's ready."
On my mind's animosity, hate and nothin' but anger
I'm creepin' up slow, but this fool don't know that he's in danger
"Say heyo to my silver, but nigga my name ain't Tonto
Just slap your shit in park and jump the fuck up out the Bronco"

Now you know what happens next nigga, up and break yourself
Failure to cooperate to hell is where you take yourself
Drop your N's on the ground, turn around and dash for the ditch
If you take a pic to see my face I'll blast on ya quick

Nigga, look down the barrel of my .357
And tell me do you see the fucking stairway to heaven?
Stick your hand in your pocket real slow, up your cash
Try some ol' fuck shit, lil' bitch, and imma blast
Don't call for Jesus Christ 'cause motherfucker he can't save ya
Let me have the gold dayton's off that Bronco that he gave ya
We jumped in the truck, my partner follow right behind me
Hit the motherfucking highway, doin' bout 90
Back to the hood, the alleyway is where we strippin'
It's an everyday thing to catch another nigga slippin'

Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
So keep it up, hoe, you motherfucking witch (x2)

All I dream about is taking someone's Cadillac
So I'm breaking my fucking back
So I can make some money, black
My prayers could be answered
Or maybe I'm just trippin'
But I'm waiting on that day
To catch a fool slippin'
Now I'm creepin' on his ass as I break off in an alley
His sound's shakin' the ground and now he's wheelin' it to Rally's
Got my 17-shot as I jump off in his shit
Turn that motherfuckin' music down and don't move bitch
Nigga, I got it on my mind nine times outta ten
When these slugs hit your skin you gon' be hollerin' for your friend
But lord can't help ya motherfucker 'cause you're dead now
Take you round that corner, throw yo' ass on the dumpster pile
Jack you for your ride milk nigga, now I'm dippin'
My Caddy's hooked up 'cause I caught a nigga slippin'