Aim at thee
Pull the trigger
Watch the bullets fly at thee
Evil spirits surrounding me
Paranoid
I grip my heat
I blow a chunk of meat off of your bone
Should of kept your ass at home
I'm about get my bucks
And get them stuck in your dome
You stupid buffoon
Please just leave me alone
Killing killing frantic
Life's so cold
I got my 4-0
S.O.C you stupid hoe
I creep at night I'm out of sight
Hungry for a deadly flight.
I bust in when you're dead asleep.
Couple of minutes
5-0 down the street

I'm creepin' creepin' PCH
Y'all about to go see heavens gate
I kill your soul eternally
I don't fear non of ye
Baggy pants and solid gold
I'm creeping with a double four
Better watch out and better looking out
I'm bustin' in ya door