Myself

T-Rock e D.J. Paul

Lock'em in the Expedition

No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack

Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats

How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager

Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters

Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot

Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute

I woke up early Saturday morning,

suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger

Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them

robbers

Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends

And pay a livin', neh nigga,

gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan

You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see

me

You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this

evenin'

Fuck the reason, and the treason,

time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it

You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan

Kaze

Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke

Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho

Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's

Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise

Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays

Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays

And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time

Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why

Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished

right

Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight

And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that