niggaz duck fo cova when i grab my tech nine,
hear that cockin check yo lyrics boy cuse i aint gotta check mine,
stick u up infront a the po station then walk away calmly with yo shyne,
now its time to exersice my weapon,
the 9 to yo head homie now tell me where u reppin,
now i'll explain, why u aint gunna feel no pain,
cuse for a fraction of a second u'll feel the burning in yo brain,
now i gots ta maintain, my anger cuse i aint no stanger ta danger,
with my nine homie i mite have ta rearrange-ya...

next weapon: toothbrush