Oh, shit, that n**a's dead (oh my f**g God)
He keep talkin' out his neck
He gon' meet that f**' "Ah"
One, two, three, and four
You gon' hear that "Rahhhh"
Saw him in the scope, I'm bouta rahhhh
He ain't get a note, that n**a died
Let me in, b**h, I'm gon' need that neck
Stay up on that bench, don't get pressed
I might take your ho, give and go, pass it to my left
And that fire I tote, lethal weapon
It rip through your chest