[Verse 1: Precise]
I Can See My Future Through This Weed Smoke
Float Through The Sky
Unload .45 Caliber Slugs At You
And Watch You Die
No Lie
We Walk Between Heaven & Hell
Either We Die Or We Spend Fucking Life In A Cell
We Burn Through Holes
We Low Pro For The 187 Code
Then We Roam Through These Streets
Like Lost Souls
Muthafuckas That Cause No Problems
They'll Get Shot At
Precise Strap In The Back
Of A Pitch Black STS Cadillac
I Don't Give A Fuck What You Claim Muthafucka
Hollow Slugs
They Bust Through Your Brain
No Concussion
Flat Line
(These Souls Decompress)
Columbine With Hollow Point Slugs
Bullets Spin When They Fly
Knock Your Spirit Out Your Muthafucking Body
South Side Kamikaze
Crashing Into Palm Tress
Dancing With My Guns Up
Hit Em Up - Fuck Em Up
No Love For The Other Side
We Ride On You Punks