歌词
Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
Rollin around nine deuce cadillac
Still got my homies to watch my back
And they'll smoke ya a** if ya wanna come chat
Thats why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin they follow
A hollow point shell's hard ta swallow
Why wallow when ya come ta roll on i put tha clip an dust
Bring ya a** on kickin dust on ya head as tha gatt busts
My grip surronded i'm about ta get rushed i brushed wit death
How many shells stuffed in my closet
When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready
When tha sh*t goes down
When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready
When tha sh*t goes down
When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready
When tha sh*t goes down When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready
When tha be ready
I told tha boyz get tha sawed off glock and tha rest of tha gats
As i strapped on tha bullet-proof vest
Boom i think i got one to tha chest
Hot damn i didn't want to kill a man sh*t
I still stand tall with tha hill clan ya'll better stand back
Niggaz bout ta fall i'm comin out blastin like yosemite
Sam get tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham
When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready when tha sh*t goes down
When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready when tha sh*t goes down
When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready when tha sh*t goes down
When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready ya better be ready