HAVIKK:



4 deep on the creep, I gots the Tecs on prraahh..

Take the safety off lock, exterminate your block

Leavin do' holes with .44's and 20-gauge rifles and Tecs

And breakin' niggas' necks like bad checks

Outrageous with 12 gauges, 'L.A. Times' front pages

Leaving mingled bodies hangin' on stages

Collapse niggas with raps, caps niggas with straps

Smoking on the bomb, eyes tighter than Japs

Rollin' evil with the Desert Eagle, schemin' Young Prod

When the squad's in the house: oh my God, a homicide

Is 'bout to committed, admit it

You seen the Tec and you shitted

Nickel-plate in your face, a .38

Competin, strangle the evil with low blows

I dips fo' low with bad hoes, the saga unfolds

The S.C. script had to design shit to wreck your mental

Bitch, and plant a fuckin' slug in your temple

Yeah



Chorus: L.V.