[Chorus: Prince Dreda]
Don't get gunned down
If you ain't with the business
We stripping and slipping
Get found off in that sticky position
Don't get gunned down
Tryna stop at a red light
Music on full blast, all you see is the headlights
Don't get gunned down
Trying to cat and go see a bitch
That's your ass, next find out where you at and start squeezing quick
Don't get gunned down
For not watching your back
And popping your back
In the process of cocking your strap
[Verse 1: CML Lavish D]
CML n***a
Yellow tape gang
Check it
We got 40s, we got FNs, and ARs (what else?)
We got bullets for the first n***a who play hard (on god)
N***a your pockets don't eat, my shit stay large (I'm rich)
Bitch long as you paying me, my dick stay hard (that part hoe)
I ain't talking to you n***as, ain't no conversation (nope)
I'm in my tele counting money, this the confirmation (Bank'd Up)
Breaking on yo' baby mama, that's my occupation (hoe)
These n***as faking like they balling, that's what got 'em hating (little n***a)
I told Dame, we gon' ball on these broke n***as (balling)
You n***as act just like hoes, I want to choke n***as (on set)
These n***as mad for no reason, Ion even know n***as (Ion even know you n***a)
Bitch we headed to the top, and you can't go with us (nuh uh uh uh)
Get your mask cracked open trying to play tough (don't play n***a)
N***as real in Iraq, I don't play much (nuh uh uh uh)
Interrogated for 3 hours, I ain't say much (I ain't say shit)
So we gon' chop your ass down n***a, straight up
[Chorus: Prince Dreda]
Don't get gunned down
If you ain't with the business
We stripping and slipping
Get found off in that sticky position
Don't get gunned down
Tryna stop at a red light
Music on full blast, all you see is the headlights
Don't get gunned down
Trying to cat and go see a bitch
That's your ass, next find out where you at and start squeezing quick
Don't get gunned down
For not watching your back
And popping your back
In the process of cocking your strap
[Verse 2: Prince Dreda]
Don't get gunned down
It's guns down, now or later
You get got, when there's bread on your top, like a dining table
Baby K might start a tornado, it's a sign of nature
Holes in his bottom, middle, top, like binder paper
Yankees out n***a K call him Pacquiao
Every round
Knock my target down, n***a ask me how
50 round dick
Turning like I'm 'bout to bust a bitch
The chop, hit the bottom and the top, so fuck that ducking shit
Gutta shit, bitch, 1100 take him out
51 suspicious felons known for pulling yankees out
And stay yankeed up
You're walking then I'm yanking up
Your slipping transmission, on the way to pick your yankee up
And I bet your yankee tough, he's mine, on the lap to squeeze
Fully automatic, Tec 9 from the Japanese
One squeeze take out his spine and collapse his knees
Hopping out with mine while you faggots freeze
[Chorus: Prince Dreda]
Don't get gunned down
If you ain't with the business
We stripping and slipping
Get found off in that sticky position
Don't get gunned down
Tryna stop at a red light
Music on full blast, all you see is the headlights
Don't get gunned down
Trying to cat and go see a bitch
That's your ass, next find out where you at and start squeezing quick
Don't get gunned down
For not watching your back
And popping your back
In the process of cocking your strap
[Verse 3: CML Lavish D]
Check it
These n***as working with the police, I swear they is (rrt)
It's fucked up I can't prove it, but I swear they is (rrt rrt)
I be doing hella shit these n***as never did (on god)
I'm too big for the city bitch, I'm hella it
[Verse 4: Prince Dreda]
I died, came back, died, now I'm back again (here)
Everybody give me 5 like a half of 10 (here)
Pulling drills in that red candy apple Benz (bitch)
Workshop, coming out the top, like an apple stem (rah)
[Verse 5: CML Lavish D]
You n***as should of knocked me down on some real shit (on set)
We took your n***a off the set, he a real bitch (n***a)
N***as fronting for these hoes like they kill shit (they don't)
Drill team send a n***a on a fieldtrip
[Verse 6: Prince Dreda]
More like yankee out on you n***as
Get nailed with that hammer
Cannons with bananas, send animals to the slammer
Get to cramming it, right in front of the gas station on the camera
Pull that yankee out on you n***a, blam blam
[Chorus: Prince Dreda]
Don't get gunned down
If you ain't with the business
We stripping and slipping
Get found off in that sticky position
Don't get gunned down
Tryna stop at a red light
Music on full blast, all you see is the headlights
Don't get gunned down
Trying to cat and go see a bitch
That's your ass, next find out where you at and start squeezing quick
Don't get gunned down
For not watching your back
And popping your back
In the process of cocking your strap
