[Verse 1: Lil Yo]
A loaded TEC is my only automatic weapon
Don't make no moves when I step into your home ripping
[?]Then buy some sticky[?] and that lunatic, my n***a Blue
Letting off ten slugs as them hollow tips make trails through you
"Now where's the cheese, before your whole family die!"
Told them directions: "trick, put yo hands back in the sky"
Me and straight Blue become the suspects as we fled
When it was over, there was a hundred n***as dead

[Verse 2: Mr. Yack]
For the wicked heartеd murder in the lane of thе fire
Dangerous explosives like the Oklahoma Disaster
When the building blew up in flames, shooting them thangs on yo ass
I wanna be a terrorist on the news talking bad
I'm loading up my clip, got a plan for tonight
A Glock in my hand, in my pocket is a knife
I'm looking for a victim pushing keys on the scheme
I wanna make a stain for a million, ride clean
I'm coming out on a Friday and I gotta hit the strip
I've been conin' all last night, so you know a [?]playa is pissed[?]
And I'm so wicked hearted right to stay up in this game
And I'm so damn young, that should be a crying shame
That I be selling dope, fucking hoes, constantly blastin'
I'm robbing all these n***as, I'm the Wicked Hearted Assassin
[Outro: MC Eiht & Prince Johnny C]
I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome
Ran outside and all he heard was, "Boy, freeze!"
I'm taking my nine and put-, put-, putting it-, to your fucking, fucking dome
Ran outside and all heard was, "Boy-" "Boy-" "Boy, freeze!"