[Verse]
Keep quiet when you see bosses talkin'
Whip with all the horses from the Pyrex under the water faucet
And trappin' on the 2nd floor apartment
I had a kid, went to jail and came home to my daughter talkin'
I clip ya man, you probably call the sergeant
'Cause you a rat they should gave you a flashlight in a corner office
You ever try addin' all your losses
I'm in the company of slaughterers, kingpins and border crossers
I got a dog that call home New Orleans
He never watched the Hornets
He just cook up work while he boilin' crayfish
Marble floors, the toilet stall is porcelain
That n***a rich and cheap
He feed all his side bitches Boston market
This rap shit still a passion in me
And I murk everything I'm on
So that's why I brought casket with me
Fuck my pops, that's the bastard in me
When it come to stretchin' I'm a professor
Hustlers take classes with me
Me and my boo in a wide body coupe
N***a, you live by it you gotta die by it too
You ain't never had enough work that you could supply a group
So cheap, that everybody and they momma buyin' too, let's go
[Chorus]
I got three bullets for the hate, three bullets for the grudge
Three bullets for the Jakes, three bullets for the judge
Three bullets for ya head—I'm aimin' over ya vest
I came with 17—I still got two bullets left

I got three bullets for the hate, three bullets for the grudge
Three bullets for the Jakes, three bullets for the judge
Three bullets for ya head—I'm aimin' over ya chest
I came with 17—I still got two bullets left, let's go

[Outro: Sample]
"These are the real Sopranos"