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I know what you're thinking, punk
You're thinking, "Did he fire six shots or only five?"
Now to tell you the truth, I forgot myself in all this excitement
But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful
Handgun in the world and will blow your head clean off
You could ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?"
Well, do you, punk?
I twist yo' cap like a soda top
Gotta have my Glock, fuck a bowl of pops
If you count my shots, you'll know to stop
Right at one hundred when I load and cock
I don't like the way Houston being represented
Wanna learn to be gangster? Grab a desk a minute
Put a hole in your throwback, wet your fitted
Take your whip, joyride, then let you get it
No rules, regulations, parole or probation
First day out, my niggas lose they patience
Scorin' up some yay like I'm off vacation
Dodge the PO to avoid violation
Ball 'til I fall, C-notes 'til I croak
Treat beef like cattle, he rope in the choke
You feel like I feel, we both finna blow
Gettin' blowed, watch 'em blow, sellin' snow in the snow
Act like they wanna play games
They can get a aim to the brain, bang to the brain
Changin' the way that they think
Blood on the white tee change it to pink
Bullets that I shoot can go through a sink
Hitman for the commilitary staff
Aim with the riff-raff, I'ma click off top
Mollywhop turn a nigga chest into slop
C-4 boom, yeah I bet that you drop
Let's talk about my non-stop chops
Diamonds in the dots, rewind when I'm not
Rollin' up the block, antagonized by cops
Big screens flop courtesy of Magnavox
PPI make the speakers quake
Vibrate, get the girl wet when they shake
Like a baker, cut cookies off a case
Cash inflate, bank account in Kuwait
Done in the city, kingpin out of state
Like Kimora Lee, pays me to fornicate
Russell Simmons, act like he wanna hate
Like buckwheat, oh, that's so 'tey
Okay-kay-kay, my AK slay
But you stand with me, say?
Stand in my way, I'ma damage your day
Gun bust your jaw like, "Damn, watch your face"
Say goodnight to the bad guy
Overbred, I'll shoot a blind man in his bad eye
My lil' girl can't rob dad
But I promise your ass ain't no ho-ass fag, nah
Just to roast the kid, I'm a '96 Impala
Loud pipe so I can't hear the girl holler
Spit game like a priest, call me "Father"
God my Father, hate, I ain't bothered, yeah
Play crazy
Militaire
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