j.t.s. the fistpack.. we quick to splitcha chinstrap
heard da click clack 'n seen ya kin clapped
u feel that impact? homies ignorin payments
so we kick in their door wit'dem 40's blazin
where da fucks the drawer u store the yay in?
take his guage 'n his station, they're re-possesed
fired six, you's hit with three to the chest
fuck the streets the murder scene is ya desk
flee the set, while we be cheifin the best
slidin the heat under the seat as we jet
dont wanna beef with these vets..