| Now I gotta let you have it |
| Rappin' fire from my automatic |
| Now I gotta let you have it |
| Rappin' fire from my automatic |
| I just might have to toss this nine |
| Across your mind |
| Across that line |
| I’m running straight up in your mammy’s house by mine |
| Puttin' this fire up in this old bitch mouth by mine |
| And openin' fire |
| And I ain’t swearing no niggas |
| Give the deed up until four niggas |
| Ain’t sympathizing with you hoe niggas |
| I’m just realizing what this thug shit for nigga |
| You in the middle of a war nigga |
| Now I gotta let you have it |
| The whole clip |
| Fucking up the whole trip |
| Now you fucking with the boogie man |
| This shit deeper than Nino Brown |
| And I ain’t see no clown |
| Nigga nigga nigga |
| Now I gotta let you have it |
| Rappin' fire from my automatic |
| Now I gotta let you have it |
| Rappin' fire from my automatic |
| I got some niggas that’ll bump with you |
| Play with your kids and eat lunch with you |
| Then fuck around and kill your ass |
| I close shop |
| With 2 shots from a far away Glock |
| Then leave you dead to rot |
| In a empty lot |
| And this thug shit simply not |
| To be taken light |
| Well y’all fake less I’m taken life |
| Then I’m taking off |
| To the old hood |
| To check on a old girl |
| To make sure it’s still all good |
| Then it’s back to the streets |
| To finish this beef |
| Looking for them same niggas that’s looking for me |
| And about three blocks |
| From where they set up shop |
| Sell weed and lay some rocks |
| They got these old cops |
| Working they’re spots |
| And young niggas on the roof with red dots |
| When me and my clique scrap and we scared not |
| Now I gotta let you have it |
| Rappin' fire from my automatic |
| I’m paranoid cause I’m hearing things |
| Time served |
| Only out a few months, associated with birds |
| They want to pop it, I got bad nerves |
| Peep |
| Mini-14 on the front seat |
| You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it |
| His Grams missing, who did it, I’ma deal with it |
| So fuck I care about the shorty |
| Cause nigga you been known |
| Skip town |
| With my pound |
| With my dudes 'round |
| Now nigga how you playin', I done counted that |
| You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask |
| My cuban friend |
| Want his ends |
| Instead of you flipping them divedends |
| Making millions |
| Popping then |
| Silly rabbit |
| You done started static |
| Now I gotta let you have it |
| Rapping fire from my automatic |
| You left me stuck |
| And so you outta luck |
| Cause you done fucked my credit up |
| ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST |
| Nigga what |
| Now I gotta let you have it |
| Rappin' fire from my automatic |
| Now I gotta let you have it |
| Rappin' fire from my automatic |
| Now I gotta let you have it |
| Rappin' fire from my automatic |
| Now I gotta let you have it |
| Rappin' fire from my automatic |