Violence

[Verse 1: Killamac]
Comin' straight up out for life its the pimp nigga, ho
Smokin’ blunts, grippin' pumps and I'm kickin’ down yo door
Straight up killas pullin' triggers makin' hoes lay it down
With the Playa D-R-E from LSP, North Memphis bound
Gunnin' quick up at yo set with this chrome plated TEC
With no vest up on yo chest so you're bound to get wet
Disrespect, you better jet, 'cause redrum is quick to spray
Hollow tips from the clip of the no-trace AK
So make way in my day while I'm creepin' with the chrome
Skimask Troopaz, executors puttin’ them bullets in yo dome
Lemon lames, makin’ stains, you in pain, bullets in yo door
Gimme that dope, you get smoked, the killer with the lizzow pro
On a trick, you's a bitch tired of yo shit [?] watch em
Run when I gun, who gon’ ball at yo door
Watch 'em fall as I cross, Skimask Troopaz blowin' that dope
You got ana on your chest, bring that shit to the floor

[Verse 2: Mista Playa Dre]
South of cover on a ho, erase this fool up of of his set
It's the crooked type up under the mask, constantly leaving you wet
Straight up for life, claiming that north side, we hang in the cut with them yak
Biggidy buckin’ out them shizzots for them niggas who runnin' they jaw
And there still won't be no duckin' when I be like aiming them thangs at yo face
We be so serious if you didn't know, recognize it's Playa Dre
With a barrel longer than the Amazon at yo shoulder
Don't you slip, if you do the killer pullin' the strap out his holster
We shippin' niggas into the morgue, unidentified plus their folks be scared to prosecute 'cause we be packin' that fire
Up in the closet with that Mossberg, lizzaid across my lap
John Rambo in disguise, holdin' a 100 round bullet belt
I'm so crunk, totin' that pump, on the prowl full of that skunk
Droppin' that mad dog, banana red, all cross suckers gettin' ducked
So don't rush into my battleground statistics come out weak
From these dumb ass niggas steppin' on me but I'm buried in the concrete

[Verse 3: Killamac]
Ski mask on my face with the 100 rounds lookin' for a lemon lame make his heart drop hoe
Why the fuck these killas so serious scopin' out my victims, show no them love when I aim at his throat
Caught up in the Troopaz yall niggas finna die, hangin' with the crooked types, pullin' on the fire
Artillery in the trunk with the bump with the tinted window down leavin' the air full of skunk
Drill them thangs at yo door and yo kids and yo mam on the floor they get struck, ho
Remorse I know none, G-I-M-I-SUM, Family down with me
Killa type niggas the top of the street
The Troopaz made of 4, we ain't wishin' for no five
Why you snitchin' to your boys, 'cause Gimisum didn't let ya ride
Young nigga just kill me talkin' bout dissin' a pimp on the tape
I'm talkin' to God in my sleep, why they wish to playa hate
Now listen to the 100 rounds light up yo hood like the 4th of July
AK's, 38's, 22's 6 shot's, pumps in the trunk playa haters finna die

[Verse 4: Mista Playa Dre & Killamac]
I'm causin' drama with the 6 shot, subtracting niggas off the block
Killa nigga with the glizzock
Cross over you get popped
Makin' lemons hit they knees
Don't you rush into this clip
Gimisum droppin' bombs so you better be equipped
Sprayin' niggas just like raid, so go duck up under yo shell
Killa nigga
Crooked type
Life Street playa
Shoot to kill
Totin' that steel
Under my trench with my face up under the mask
No remorse, you get torched when a mobster rob or blast
On a first time killa, grew his nuts overnight, suck the barrel like a dick
Missiles gon' fuck up yo life