Count Down

I'm trippin'
Yeah, hah
No Limit, baby
Know what I'm sayin'
Soldier type shit
Know what I'm sayin'
All the mothafuckin' countdowns at the bottom
We gon' hit 'em up like the shit
Mothafuckin' West Coast

Mac-10, TEC-9, Tre-8, to the AK
47, M-16, 4-5
4-4, M-3-0 to the deuce-deuce
Countdowns at the bottom
Mac-10, TEC-9, Tre-8, to the AK
47, M-16, 4-5
4-4, M-3-0 to the deuce-deuce
Countdowns at the bottom

There they go, blast
Hundred cats shattered the back glass
Niggas just cover the dash, damn niggas smashed the gas
Ride fast, I just smoked his ass
Them niggas thought about another half a block and crashed
I can't have no nigga lookin' for my ass
Wanna pursue me, gonna do me in to get my cash
I make 'em feel a fire burn, you can park
When you see me at the streets, I'm pulled up just backin' the park

Givin' up, I got to have it, I nabbed it for pleasure
Picture me in a daze, thinkin' of ways to get paid
Hard times got me goin' through a phase
I'm houndin' and mashin', covered up in black
Livin' like an immortal figure, finger locked on the trigger
Better guard your grill, you don't know my kind, nigga
Off top, I gotta have it, I ain't gon' have it no other way
Houndin' is my nature, I'm full of that fire
I'm 'bout to trigger play D.O.A
Initials be known as a phantom, try your luck, dare to cut
When you come into the zone, you just a sittin' duck
Feathers plucked, it's buck or get bucked
Military minded, warden slip and get stuck
Play pussy, get fucked, play role, but I get more dough

Mac-10, TEC-9, Tre-8, to the AK
47, M-16, 4-5
4-4, M-3-0 to the deuce-deuce
Countdowns at the bottom
Mac-10, TEC-9, Tre-8, to the AK
47, M-16, 4-5
4-4, M-3-0 to the deuce-deuce
Countdowns at the bottom

5, 4, 3, 2 Mothafuckin' 1
Bathgate, the most wanted with a gun
Take a gangsta like me to the grave before I do fed time
The family rallies warned me for nefarious crimes
I bust nine, so I don't give a fuck about dyin'
I put that on my son, I'ma ride, it's redrum
From the West to the Southside
I'm leavin' mothafuckers dead with they mouth wide

Chillin' on the spot, it was hot
That nigga 22 had a bundle that he had to run off
See, he just got plugged by that nigga 38
Who gave him thirty grams for the price he paid
A straight zip of 'caine for four-fifty
Told him he could have that action if he keep fuckin' with him
Then AP-9 pulled up
Slidin' with his killer Mac-10 and a 6-7 nut
Bumpin' hella hard with 15's
Can of Brandywine and peanut butter on triple gold zeens
Told Tre-8 he at the cut
'Cause it's like hook up or cook up or get lit up
See, they was grindin' for this baller AK
A nigga that was known to have you whacked if you don't buy his yay
They burnt Vogues on gold to the spot
Snatched up AR-15 and his little cousin Glock
So they all came strapped
See, 38 was short-stoppin', it was time to peel his cap
They gaffled up a bucket so they hit
Meanwhile, 38 was at the 'tel gettin' a dig with the nina bitch

Mac-10, TEC-9, Tre-8, to the AK
47, M-16, 4-5
4-4, M-3-0 to the deuce-deuce
Countdowns at the bottom
Mac-10, TEC-9, Tre-8, to the AK
47, M-16, 4-5
4-4, M-3-0 to the deuce-deuce
Countdowns at the bottom