[Verse 1: Mr. Yack]
A loaded TEC is my only automatic weapon
Don't make no moves when I step into your home rippin'
Then buy some stank and that lunatic, my n***a Blue
Lettin' off ten slugs as them hollow tips make trails through you
Now where's the cheese? Before your whole family die
Told them directions, trick, put your hands back in the sky
When it was over, there was a hundred n***as dead

[Verse 2: Lil Yo]
What a wicked-hearted murder in the lane of the fire
Dangerous explosives likе the Oklahoma Disaster
When thе buildin' blew up in flames, shootin' them thangs on your ass
I wanna be a terrorist on the news, talkin' bad
I'm loadin' up my clip, got a plan for tonight
A Glock in my hand, in my pocket is a knife
I'm lookin' for a victim pushin' keys on the scheme
I wanna make a stain for a million, ride clean
I'm comin' out on a friday and I gotta hit the strip
I've been conin' all last night, so you know I plan to flip
And I'm so wicked-hearted right to stay up in this game
And I'm so damn young, that should be a cryin' shame
That I be sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes, constantly blastin'
I'm robbin' all these n***as, I'm the wicked-hearted assassin

[Outro: MC Eiht & Prince Johnny C]
I'm takin' my nine and puttin' it to your fuckin' dome
Ran outside and all he heard was, "Boy, freeze"
I'm takin' my nine and put-put-puttin' it to your fuckin'-fuckin' dome
Ran outside and all heard was, "Boy-boy— boy, freeze"