I'm ready to make 'em drop with the cocked

G-l-o-c-k
Busta's under the wings
On my thoughts, I face 'em every day
No fear in my heart, I ain't scared to be the one that kills
So if you got your tone, bring it on, I got the same skill

I'm ready to make 'em drop with the cocked
G-l-o-c-k
Busta's under the wings
On my thoughts, I face 'em every day
No fear in my heart, I ain't scared to be the one that kills
So if you got your tone, bring it on, I got the same skill
Fresh up on my fears to provoke me to leave 'em dead
Gangsta Gold, makin' em fold
Victim of my bullet lead
Tricks, who want my treats?
From the Gold smoke up in their face
Down fo' the smack in they back, bitch, it's a murder case
Creepin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em acting up
Tail 'em with my wagon on the run doin' a donut
Hoes on the curb spread the word 'cause I'm peelin' caps
Spinnin 'on my chamber its my anger, settin' mousetraps
Take it to the police nigga if you scared, mane
Floggin' with your pistol like a bitch and be a dead mane
Stangin' like a walk if you cross some of this intellect
Fuckin' up yo guts with the touch of this 9-Tec

Creepin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em acting up
Tail 'em with my wagon on the run doin' a donut
Hoes on the curb spread the word 'cause I'm peelin' caps
Spinnin 'on my chamber its my anger, settin' mousetraps

Creepin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em acting up
Tail 'em with my wagon on the run doin' a donut
Hoes on the curb spread the word 'cause I'm peelin' caps
Spinnin 'on my chamber its my anger, settin' mousetraps
Take it to the police nigga if you scared, mane
Floggin' with your pistol like a bitch and be a dead mane
Stangin' like a walk if you cross some of this intellect
Fuckin' up yo guts with the touch of this 9-Tec

Welcome to my game pimp
Now you in da playas [?]
[?] me yo clothes, with them hoes you [?]
I'm realer than you think with the Glock that I maintain
Clickin' on you lemon lames
My hollow points ain't got no name