[Chorus: Frayser Boy]
I use my Remi as if (If)
If I see my enemies slip (Slip)
And if I see my enemies slip (Yeah)
It's on sight when I empty the clip (On sight)
On sight when I empty the clip (On sight)
It's on sight when I empty the clip (On sight)
And if I see my enemies slip (Yeah)
It's on sight when I empty the clip (N***a)

[Verse 1: T-Rock]
We the winners and y'all hoes been losers
Highly protected, I'm strapped with twin Ruger's
Military is the mind-frame I'm in
Infiltrate and you'll see some bad shit happen to you
I got money coming in with the speed of a puma
I'm all in my enemies head like a tumor
Everybody know karma don't wait for nobody
But my enemies had it coming in soon
Sooner it'll be more truth seen by vision
A man to disperse all the lies and the rumors
Higher power gon' ride with me guiding my movement
So I don't care for your opinion of two cents
Government scared of me, told me I'm a nuisance
Forgiving have-nots, money plots and a blueprint
Coming with tactics of intimidation so ruthless
But I'm steps ahead baby, I'm far from foolish
Shit'll get so fatal, I'm a lyrical tornado
More dangerous than detonation buttons from NATO
My killers don't play hoe, that Draco turn fake hoes to Play-Doh
Then we lay low in Barbados
Yeah, we got angels with halos
Fighting the demons who infiltrate us with betrayal
Yeah, we got angels with halos
Fighting the demons who infiltrate us with betrayal
[Chorus: Frayser Boy]
Ugh, I use my Remi as if (If)
If I see my enemies slip (Slip)
And if I see my enemies slip (Yeah)
It's on sight when I empty the clip (On sight)
On sight when I empty the clip (On sight)
It's on sight when I empty the clip (On sight)
And if I see my enemies slip (Yeah)
It's on sight when I empty the clip (N***a)

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane & T-Rock]
They don't wanna get to coming at me on the wrong
They running with the AK hollering "Mayday" they gone
I be ready with it, you won't even hit it when I load that big bong
Wanna close n***as toes, run up on 'em with the .44 it's on
They track out when I back out only I'ma get 'em with the Mac out
Two of 'em really don't wanna give it up, I got a TV in the glass house
All my life I've been living off government cheese and hand-outs
Insane to the membrane is no way to stand out
Everything I got, shit I took
When I got locked up everyone shit on my books
Ain't nobody give a damn about this young hopeless crook
All I got was mean mugs when they stared and they look
Look for the reason I keep my gun cocked
All I need to hit a opp when it's really just one shot
Execute tyrants, I'm somewhat addicted to violence
Similar to that n***a Jon Mox
Hand-to-hand combat, shit I saw for business
Deadly, the outcome of their consequences
We don't start shit but we end it, so bitch better get out the way when the clique come in vengeance
I kept it silent now I'm out in Hell
Who fucking they own oughta sign a paper
Then I look like the bad guy when I light 'em up
And leave 'em stiffer than a couch potato
I'm bad to the bone here, now, and later
Feel it so I don't give a cowards favor
You suckers thought you were giants until you realized that I got a God on tower greater
Patience is overrated, I've been waiting
These n***as ain't sleep on me, they hibernating
Now I beat every beat up like a set leader do to a gangster who in violation
[Chorus: Frayser Boy]
Ugh, I use my Remi as if (If)
If I see my enemies slip (Slip)
And if I see my enemies slip (Yeah)
It's on sight when I empty the clip (On sight)
On sight when I empty the clip (On sight)
It's on sight when I empty the clip (On sight)
And if I see my enemies slip (Yeah)
It's on sight when I empty the clip (N***a)