Slicin with knives, carlos bangin yo wives
bringin it live, takin 8 you nine lives
leave you with one and a gun and yet he aint done
blazin like da sun, son hits ya momma wit da motion
she moans from lotion, while you click the first chamber
no release yet bitch, but we got a priest on retainer
next to deflower you lil sis wit a golden shower
yall know C.B.B. got dat on lock hour after hour...
sick fuck ill make ya wish for da cold calm of da ground
but ya didn't know . . . he left a gat with no rounds