[Verse 1]
N***a wipe yo' nose
Tuck ya fuckin' tail like a bitch, like a hoe
Beat him with a stick till the blood clots flow
Splash him in the face so his life don't go
N***a don't get scared, n***a don't get cold
We gon' slide a razor blade 'tween ya fuckin' toes
Told me he was crazy, n***a it don't really show
Pull up to yo shorty crib, make it go-

[Chorus]
One in the chamber
Two in the neck
Three in ya mama crib
Four in ya chest
Five and it's evidence
Six and it's death
Who's next?
Who's next?

One in the chamber
Two in the neck
Three in ya mama crib
Four in ya chest
Five and it's evidence
Six and it's death
Who's next?
Who's next?
[Verse 2]
Had to dial back on the hommies, I gotta problem
With a closet full of blood-soaked Prada and old drama
Bitch, I had to operate on your mama
I gotta keep ya ass from talking 'bout a n***a
You left me with no option
I heard your n***as tryna die
I don't even gotta try
In fact, I don't even got the time
So drop ya addy and I'll pull up when I got a fuckin minute

[Chorus]
One in the chamber
Two in the neck
Three in ya mama crib
Four in ya chest
Five and it's evidence
Six and it's death
Who's next?
Who's next?

One in the chamber
Two in the neck
Three in ya mama crib
Four in ya chest
Five and it's evidence
Six and it's death
Who's next?
Who's next?