[Verse 1: Redrum]
Comin' straight up out for life
It’s the pimp n***a, hoe
Smokin' blunts, grippin' pumps
And I’m kickin' down yo' door
Straight up killas, pullin' triggers
Makin' hoes lay it down
With the Playa D-R-E from LSP
North Memphis bound
Gunnin' quick up at yo' set
With this chrome plated TEC
With no vest up on yo' chest
So, you’re bound to get wet
Disrespect, you better jet
’Cuz Redrum is quick to spray
Hollow tips, from the clip of the no-trace AK
So, make way, in my day
While I'm creepin’ with the chrome
Skimask Troopaz, executors
Puttin' them bullets in yo' dome
Lemon lames, makin' stains, you in pain
Bullets in yo’ door
Gimme that dope, you get smoked
The killer, with the l'izz'ow pro
On a trick, you's a bitch
Tired of yo' shit, so, gimme' your all
Watch 'em run, when I gun
Who gon' ball, at yo' door
Watch 'em fall, as I cross
Skimask Troopaz, blowin' that dope
You got ana on your chest
Bring that shit to the floor
[Verse 2: Mista Playa Dre]
South of cover on a hoe
Erase this fool up of off his set
It's the crooked type, up under the mask, constantly leavin' you wet
Straight up for life, claimin' that north side
We hang in the cut, with them yak
Biggidy buckin' out them sh'izz'ots
For them n***as, who runnin' they jaw
And there still won't be no duckin'
When I be like, aimin' them thangs at yo' face
We be so serious, if you didn't know
Recognize, it's Playa Dre
With a barrel, longer than the Amazon
At yo' shoulder, don't you slip, If you do
The killer pullin' the strap out his holster
We shippin' n***as into the morgue
Unidentified, plus, their folks be scared to prosecute, 'cuz we be packin' that fire
Up in the closet, with that Mossberg
L'izz'aid across my lap
John Rambo in disguise
Holdin' a hundred round bullet belt
I'm so crunk, totin' that pump
On the prowl, full of that skunk
Droppin' that mad dog, banana red
All cross suckers gettin' ducked
So, don't rush into my battleground
Statistics come out weak
From these dumb ass n***as steppin' on me
But I'm buried in the concrete
[Verse 3: Killamac]
Ski mask on my face
With the 100 rounds lookin' for a lemon lame, make his heart drop, hoe
Why the fuck, these killas so serious
Scopin' out my victims, show no love
When I aim at his throat
Caught up in the Troopaz, yall n***as finna die, hangin' with the crooked types, pullin' on the fire
Artillery in the trunk, with the bump, with the tinted window down, leavin' the air full of skunk
Drill them thangs at yo' door and yo' kids and yo' mammy on the floor, they get struck, hoe
Remorse, I know none
G-I-M-I-SUM, Family down with me
Killa type n***as, the top of the street
The Troopaz made of 4
We ain't wishin' for no five
Why you snitchin' to your boys
'Cuz Gimisum didn't let ya' ride
Young n***a, just kill me
Talkin' bout, dissin' a pimp on the tape
I'm talkin' to God in my sleep
Why they wish to playa hate
Now, listen to the hundred rounds
Light up yo' hood, like the 4th of July
AK's, .38's, .22's, six shot pumps in the trunk
Playa haters finna die

[Verse 4: Mista Playa Dre & Redrum]
I'm causin' drama with the six shot
Subtractin' n***as off the block
Killa n***a, with the gl'izz'ock
Cross over, you get popped
Makin' lemons hit they knees
Don't you rush into this clip
Gimisum droppin' bombs, so, you better be equipped
Sprayin' n***as just like Raid
So, go duck up under yo' shell
Killa n***a
Crooked type
Life Street playa
Shoot to kill
Totin' that steel
Under my trench, with my face up under the mask
No remorse, you get torched, when a mobster rob or blast
On a first time killa, grew his nuts overnight
Suck the barrel, like a dick
Missiles gon' fuck up yo life