...Drive-by Beat...
 

My heart stay cold, cats will never open my locket
Chrome and pearl handles, the twin duece dueces in my pocket
Niggas cant stop it, when my crew pull up in the foe doe(four door)
Talkin smack, we cock it back you get silenced wit the foe foe(44 magnum)
Now you wonder why you layin down wit blood on ya clothes fo
Jus picture you, wit the brains of ya crew, four deep on da cold flo
So you betta get low, Until i leave or after my clips done
Cuz i got guns, nigga dont run, and i come packed wit the fat one
So who got yo back son, These aint cap gun, aint in it fo cheap thrills
It's ambulance bills, And its cold steel, when phony cats get killed
SO erase it, from yo brains it, i got guns in my basement
It's no way to change it, still crack yo chest plate and splatter yo incasement
In this arrangement, Its like a feast, in saying the least
Especially how my lyrics eat you, like bullets tear through yo meat
:shoot: :shoot: :shoot: