Hey, hey, my name Rav y'all
Blackhand the label, we are the gang y'all
My nigga Trae finna bang y'all
My nigga Zero fuck around, he might hang y'all
Hey, I got Shalom with me
H-Town, H-Town with me
Jamaica Queens on my back nigga
Geah, geah, geah, geah
It's the real niggas
I'm holdin' that tool and I blow it, it boom
I stick, to the metal like dope on a spoon
I click, I make your bitch put coke in her womb
I let the pussy juice soak the balloon
I shove it so far, I knock her ovaries
Off of her fallopian tube, you trick
I blow your soul up over the moon
My pops died and I don't know if I'm soon
But I used to ask, will I make it past 21?
I said, "Nope, I'm doomed"
But I got sherm, got potent shrooms
I mix syrup with soda and juice up girl
I swerve, I swerve and I'm drivin' drunk
In a Hummer that's probably the size of a fire truck
I drive it like the buck 50, look at the grill
So hot that I can make coke cook at the wheel
I'm hungry, I'm in your kitchen finna look at a meal
Look at my heels in the dirt, I got my foot in the field, fucker
It's goin' down (BANG!)
Hope you don't think you fuckin' with a clown (It's goin' down, boy!)
See you got me rollin' with my pound
These niggas got me head huntin'
I'm stressin' with this, stuntin', I'm ready to let somethin'
Goin' down
Cold, disrespected, infected with fakeness
Too many commercialized bitch niggas
Make it as they ignore the greatness
In the game for men, not a fake bitch
I got the bank, break, let it bake, cake shit
My face round up, y'all better round up
Break quick or get a cannonball to the face, bitch
Look how he all blue in the face, is he gon' make it?
I promise y'all ain't gotta give me respect 'cause I'ma take it
Ain't never been a nigga too big for my hands
Ain't never been a time I was caught when they ran
Ain't never been a murder-minded motherfucker
With a MAC-11 that'll hit more niggas than I can
Got a AK and a HK and a chopper
Sittin' right up under the divan
Close at combat, I'll slit a motherfucker throat
With a straight razor attached to my side, man
You don't wanna fuck around
Bottom line, I'll kill many niggas so respect 'em all
Plus pump a nigga bitch, come check the score
Occupation, asshole, respect my job
I handle my business and then I forget
About business, the dead and gone
I might have to dig a ditch for a son of
A bitch to keep me some bread at home
I might have to dig a ditch for a son of
A bitch to keep me some bread at home
I might have to dig a ditch for a son of a
Bitch and hit a bitch nigga dead in the dome
It's goin' down
Hope you don't think you fuckin' with a clown (It's goin' down, boy!)
See you got me rollin' with my pound
These niggas got me head huntin'
I'm stressin' with this, stuntin', I'm ready to let somethin'
Goin' down
So now it's drama when I step on the set
I got a clip with 17 of them talons that's gon' wet up your chest
Better get your vest but then again, I'm known for bustin' they heads
By the time I'm done, you gon' be bangin' straight up draped up in red
Everybody better duck when I hit the block
The block hot with a Glock to pop off
Put 'em in they back 'til they body dropped off
On to the swamp but I probably get you dumped
Deep in a trunk where the drama popped off
You wanna quit now but your life is stopped off
From the red beam that I went and knocked off
Wishin' your mama can come to help but
She can't, yellow tape got her blocked off
Look at your death, that's a goddamn shame
I told you I could come share my pain
Either way you gon' respect my name
Spell it out to see what I claim
Asshole By Nature from the H all the way to NY
We gangsta motherfucker from the hood until we die
It's goin' down
