Through the cross wind, the firing pins 
Go click when I duck behind the trash bin 
Ran out of ammo, no doubt 
My gat is dry, like a fuckin' drought 
Gotta rip my way home 
Hit the gate and get my chrome 
And jammies on 
They got me cornered, let me just warn ya 
I'll pump this trigger, make your family mourn ya 
Boo hoo! Where ya gonna run to 
When I pull out the Scooby Doo? 
Run - Let me break ya off some 
Hit the floor cuz it ain't no fun 
But here they come, they must wanna get done 
No frontin' - Let me break ya off some 
What the fuck, I'm rollin' 
In a Mack truck that's stolen 
Guess what I'm holdin'? 
Ammo to bust my load 
Still I'm easin' on down the yellow brick road 
Whaddaya know, a pig in a plain brown wrapper 
He wanna break me down 
I'll hit that corner, let me just warn ya 
I'll run yo ass down, make yo family mourn ya 
21 gun salute, tryin' to take my loot 
Don't make me shoot 
I'll hit my blunt and pass you a lump 
And punk, let me break ya off some 
Got to roll with the self-control 
In the green tank when the shit unfold 
Hold up - I got it sewn up 
Me and my niggas are about to blow up 
Got the pigs on my tail 
What they get is a hollow point shell 
Caught in a cell - Servin' my sentence 
Got my apprentice 
In da hood - but da nigga is senseless 
Out on parole, and the nigga has turned to my foe 
Now the punk's gotta go 
Punk got shady, wouldn't repay me 
Let the punk know that ya still can't fade me 
Maybe the fucka would stop 
But nothin' could stop me from wantin' to break him off some.