graveyard shit i pay ya'll to hit lay calls over to the sick
raidin ya'll towns no help is comin around quick
u by ya self oh shit u betta run u gon' be done
its not fun without u fightin back kill u in minute one
i bust and drop it out like its a new album comin out
dont stay on this route cuz u'll get targeted like a clout
wit bullets caught up in rapture brought up in capture
closed down foes roll around what i sought is commin at ya
bombin at ya all over ur head wind up dead in the ground
keep runnin or u'll be found with no lead and empty rounds
no sound twist on the silencer i piss on violence
cuz im brutality to the second power hear the sirens
that aint the cops its my niggas from the block
makin u stop in the middle of ur walk u aint bakin no rocks
flockin like birds flyin through quick buyin the bricks
supplyin all the tricks with anything they want aint that some shit