(Intro)
You n***as gon have to start
Watchin your mothafuckin back
Real shit

[Hook]
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
A gun plus a mask, that equals cash
So if your fucked up down to your last
A gun and a mask gon get ya cash
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash

[Verse 1]
What you know about it n***a this that goon shit
AK sweep a n***a house without a broomstick
So n***a come up of that bag, or them pistols blast
With the choppa at yo house lyin in the grass
They'll rob a n***a blind if they doin bad
Duct tape around the handle they don't use a mag
So tell em where its at, don't tell em no more lies
Line yo family up against the wall, and open fire
All you trap n***as are victims, jackers gon catch you slippin
Feeling yourself, flashin and stuntin, n***as gon' come up missin'
You trappers gon drop off that cash, you see em out here they hurtin
That gun to your back it’s a robbery, n***a now don’t make it a murder
Too late to talk when the shit hit the fan
Got choppas on deck, more drums than a band
Gun a n***a down, leave em where he stands
Highway to hell, n***a better start praying
[Hook]
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
A gun plus a mask, that equals cash
So if your fucked up down to your last
A gun and a mask gon get ya cash
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash

(Bridge)
Walk up to your house knock on your door, and blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch I got a sawed-off
Bitch I got a sawed-off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch I got a sawed-off
Bitch I got a sawed-off

(Verse 2)
They telling me Yamine don't swing, look buddy don't worry bout me
If you in my lane you end up in a drainage ditch with the snakes and the leeches
Not a single mothafucka out here want it, cause i never did shit but me
Its about time that I said it, hey would I regret it we'll see
Yamine I am a loose cannon, ask David Banner how deep
I was born and raised in this shit, momma I got manners bout me
But I'll get dirty if I gotta get dirtier then a mothafuckin piranha up in a Alabama creek
I'm hotter than you in the middle of the summer
Sitting in a sauna under the sun up in a Alabama street, shit
Rockin rollin' I got noted, I'm going up yeah I'm going
Fuck with my dreams and my people I got that poetry loaded
My soul is sold, and they sold it, street told and quoted
I leave that potato smoking, look bitch don't think that I'm jokin
Click, POW!