Shit is about to hit the fan
N***a so dont be late
I got the beretta do anything that it takes
Like Scarface keep my bankroll on me
And when the skimask on my face you can't say shit to me
My time has come so I detonate me a fucking bomb
Walked in the bank and said welcome to Vietnam
Aye yo Rez do you have them hoes under control
Just like they dome pushed they head in a toilet bowl
Its do or die so I supply myself with a weapon
Fuck the police watch me creep with this kidnapping
One of the hostages screamed and pulled off my mask
They make a run for it did they make it lake your ass, boom boom is the sound of my tomb
N***a deja boom don't make me act a motherfucking fool
Because if I do I might go into a rage cock up that pump and leave they asses in the front page

Hit em up mothafucka this is it
Cause on the contrary move around leavin' from the south of France, flyin' by
While my n***a snipers on the boat
He got the 50 grand in the briefcase in them (?) keepin' the dope
And I hope that he don't get busted
They can't be trusted
Overseas, the Philippines, we got 'em on their knees
Screaming "please, please, let me go"
Before I let you go, bitch, I gotta cut your throat
And fill it with stitches
No snitches will be left behind
You claim you scared to die well hoe you walkin a thin line
Ayo Runna man, what's up, gag them bitches mouth
And if he moves blow his mothafuckin brains out
Bank account count [?] just a way of living
'Cause livin' on earth ain't no mothafuckin' head givin'
Here I go again, in the wind with my Tec-9
Cock up my piece as I sleep [?] through the ground
Suckas paranoid duckin' and dodging through the forest
Getting high off that angel dust, cause they boutta riger mortis
Why you tellin me about your mothafuckin problems?
[?] worse than a revolver
Going out like in them sides when I'm blastin on a victim
Just creepin up slow, take my shank and I stick em trick
Up in his gut, watch me ball up against the wall
The bigger the n***a who comes
The quicker the n***a who falls, falls
Blood stains all over the muthafuckin' wall
He's foaming at his mouth cuz I filled him up with [?]

Screaming out "Fuck Y'all"
Heading for my n***as claiming this hoe is talking shit
So I stabbed them in em face
He acted like a junk, from the jump, I took his pump
And if I had time I locked they ass up in the trunk
I stepped out the pad with my friend by [?] street
Then I jumped into the Caddy, with them crooked M-A-C
I'm tired of being [?]
I headed for the highway, put the pedal to the floor
I made a left turn as I burned down the avenue
Voices in my head telling me "Red, they right behind you"
Will you surrender or be considered as a fugitive?
I don't give a fuck because them pigs don't know where I live