It goes three times in the chest, point blank range
Forty-four right on the back like Danny Ange
The cocaine makes my brain so strange
If they’re taking what you earn and you always getting burned
Put their face on the curb, you gots to bang bang
They either take what ya got or they’re blowing up the spot
I don’t care if he’s a cop, you gots to bang bang
Jealousy is a bitch, if he twitch he’s a snitch
Trigger finger got the itch, you gots to bang bang
It ain’t ever gonna change
You was born from a bitch so ya was born a liar
