1 2 1 2 uhh 1 2 1 2 yo you **** wit' da coast II coast connect i'll pull your brain out of your ass wit a hanger cuz me and my homies are real danger, 40 grand i shoot back like a rubber> band im a lethal wepon, and your the target,your flow average,your lyrics a disaster, cuz im da motha ****in master, my rhymes are monumental, my beats are insturmental, cuz me and my homies are mental, even my whores get dental, load the heater, pull the trigger, shouldnt have ****ed wit da coast II coast connect, your **** we disect, cuz when i kill i don't reflect, cops everwhere, cuz we got a bomb scare, this **** insane, hit the gas, fire 3 caps in your ass, jack the car, shootin pigs, cuz this g hardcore, cuz every other whore want more, cuz when i jump i soar, grab the pistol, drivin at one twenty, i got all ya busta's petrified, cuz its just another homicide, **** wit me its suicide, cuz this **** is explosive, fire in the hole, wouldnt touch your motha ****in ass wit a 40 foot pole, fire 1 into your skull, cuz skidmarks arn't just for underpants anymore, got everyone hittin da floor, cuz me and my crew will shoot right through you, yea motha ****a's sue, cuz this g badd, cuz my rhymes are madd, damn your **** jus sadd, im da boss when you jus get tossed aside, load it fire it, cuz we don't surender peacefully, cuz we live dangerously, this is real hip-hop, cock da heater grab the 2 seater, i'll shoot if ya move another step, im well kept, you need to pay your dues, no-one wants to be in my shoes, we live in the life of luxary, cuz we sell these records like mike made his shots, pour out a lil licour, cuz today is bitter, anotha homie dead anotha victim of lead all it took was 1 in the head, cuz the clock ticks til your time runs out, so shut up, why tha **** did you even show up, cuz this **** im gonna blow up, ima real p-i-m-p now do you motha ****in see, makin these fake ass ****a's flee, cuz now its just you and me, pull out the bent, cuz we gonna cap some busta's tonight, cuz we only got a lil time to live, you down, don't even aim jus fire, cuz im murder for hire, and more money is what i desire, so remember the name hellbound 40 grand don't matter i'll transform solid matter into cash cuz i got the hash laying on the dash cuz this g hardcore
yo the rhymes i'm spitting its insane pop shyt homie put a glock to yo brain gonna inflect some pain all these bitches be tripping they jus jealouse cuz they aint got the rhymes that i'm spitting bitches keep talking bitches keep triping lay a mutha fuka out if i catch em slippin these words that i'm ce spiting aint close the glock i be gripping test me son its gonna be bullets u shyting bust u in da face wit dis deck thas what u get fo not showing any respect
