Meet Yo Maker

Me and my partner TipToe 'bout to do a homicide

Crankin' up the ride, finna go out on the east side

First I roll a blunt, so rappers like us can get high off the spliff

So when we gets to cap, we won't have no pity when we kill

Rolled up on the set, real slow, with the lights off

Then I see my enemies, wanna cap 'em with the sawed off

Bustas standin' on the corner, sippin' on some Alizé

That's when I got the tec, threw in the clip and then commence to spray

Jump back in the Chevy, burned rubber, as I left the scene

Still blazed from last night, so a killing to Tommy Wright just ain't no thang

Ballin' down Bellevue, headed to a C.T.O

Buy me a getaway, packed my bags and lay low

Go and pop the trunk and put the pump in the plastic bag

Buried in the yard of the house that my father had

Now these suckers fearin' me with rumors lurkin' on the streets

That I shot another, and left his body like a refugee

Yellow tape, chalked bodies, blood on the concrete

Won't go to jail now or later, step to me, you'll meet yo maker

We was loungin' in the steamer at a light, laid back

Couple of macks tried to Jack, so we had to peel some caps

I pop one in the leg, sliced the other with a knife

I don't care about spirits hauntin' me, I still be smokin' blunts, G

The other robber grabbed TipToe, tossed him out the car

They got us stuck between trucks, they done went too damn far

He grabbed TipToe by the head, put the pistol to his face

I act like I ain't give a damn, stood still in one place

Then I pointed the barrel, he pointed his and told me: Drop the gun!

That's when he messed up, TipToe rumbled his ass, and started to run

Now yo ass free, I'm gon' cap this fool now, not later

Run over his ass in the steamer, turn, trick

Meet yo maker (meet yo maker)

Me and my partner TipToe 'bout to do a homicide

Crankin' up the ride, finna go out on the east side

First I roll a blunt, so rappers like us can get high off the spliff

So when we gets to cap, we won't have no pity when we kill

Rolled up on the set, real slow, with the lights off

Then I see my enemies, wanna cap 'em with the sawed off

Bustas standin' on the corner, sippin' on some Alizé

That's when I got the tec, threw in the clip and then commence to spray

Jump back in the Chevy, burned rubber, as I left the scene

Still blazed from last night, so a killing to Tommy Wright just ain't no thang

Ballin' down Bellevue, headed to a C.T.O

Buy me a getaway, packed my bags and lay low

Go and pop the trunk and put the pump in the plastic bag

Buried in the yard of the house that my father had

Now these suckers fearin' me with rumors lurkin' on the streets

That I shot another, and left his body like a refugee

Yellow tape, chalked bodies, blood on the concrete

Won't go to jail now or later, step to me, you'll meet yo maker

We was loungin' in the steamer at a light, laid back

Couple of macks tried to Jack, so we had to peel some caps

I pop one in the leg, sliced the other with a knife

I don't care about spirits hauntin' me, I still be smokin' blunts, G

The other robber grabbed TipToe, tossed him out the car

They got us stuck between trucks, they done went too damn far

He grabbed TipToe by the head, put the pistol to his face

I act like I ain't give a damn, stood still in one place

Then I pointed the barrel, he pointed his and told me: Drop the gun!

That's when he messed up, TipToe rumbled his ass, and started to run

Now yo ass free, I'm gon' cap this fool now, not later

Run over his ass in the steamer, turn, trick

Meet yo maker (meet yo maker)

Tippy-toe! Tippy-toe! On you with the gauge, so

Put to the ground, take ya down, now ya feelin' assed out

Tough luck, crab-ass nigga goin' against a real pimp

Grab my shoe with a grip, bust you in yo bottom-lip

Jump in the air, come back down, drop-kick to yo skull

Put yo ass in severe pain, killa like me ain't got no love

Put you in a bodybag, have yo fuckin' body dragged

Down to the riverside, nigga like me ain't bar no height

Quick to jump and tip you up, think fast when I blast

Run to the back of the room, and I soon it, I was sure to take yo cash

Nevertheless, I kill a trick, when I click, insane quick

Glock, took yo knot, get yo knees dirty for the shot

Cho' cuz ya know (?) in the back o' yo throat

Callin' up my clout, when I'm out, gotta count my cheeze

Can'ts get 'em dirty, yeah I'm talkin' about (?)

Lead for you bustas from my 38-caliber

Hit-list, think quist, scratch 'em off my calendar

Cuz, take a buzz from a bullet to yo temple

You think you can take out a real playa? Try yo luck, nigga