Baller Niggaz wanna see ya dead
 It's a fifty g contract
 I don't know what you did
 But they wanna kill you ya wife
 And ya kids on contact

 We got a price on ya head
 Baller Niggaz wanna see ya dead
 It's a fifty g contract
 I don't know what you did
 But they wanna kill you ya wife
 And ya kids Mortal Kombat

 [Verse One]
 Close ya eyes and envision what the scene was
 Hit a nigga with an AR-15 slug
 And then I grab the loot
 Absolute
 We had to shoot
 Cause he was lookin at a nigga with a mean mug
 And the theme was we was in kahoots
 He played games shot his ass dead in the brain
 Had the liquor red fluid
 Was a bitch and I knew it
 When it came down to it he was scared to bang
 that nigga dared the game
 to get his ass with his actions
 Been through it many times before
 He was down to side
 But how many of them niggaz
 really gonna be down to ride when it's time to roll
 Ain't got no time for distractions
 Money over bitches
 cause them hoe's ain't nuthion but some agravators
 Unnessary temptations
 Instagatin' situations
 by makein hoes swell up like activator
 My nigga jumped out the lincoln Navigator
 packin more heat it's the Cash And Tango
 Dot-Dog hit the corner with the infared
 on you in the blue 99 dodge durango
 you don't wanna test this
 Fuck around and get stranggled
 till they leave you breathless busted
 ya must have a death wish
 ya got heart
 but don't get it cardiac arrested
 It's to late for retractin ya'll statements
 ya'll mutha fuckas done wore out my patients
 On my momma I'm a make sure ya hood gets rolled on
 More than some triple-gold-daytons
 Nigga you don't know what you facein
 Up and tied in the ups
 take a dance on the x-side
 With mad men and they medalions
 even all funny style niggas with a trail
 get they neck tied

 [Chorus]
 We got a price on ya head
 Baller Niggaz wanna see ya dead
 It's a fifty g contract
 I don't know what you did
 But they wanna kill you ya wife
 And ya kids On contact

 We got a price on ya head
 Baller Niggaz wanna see ya dead
 It's a fifty g contract
 I don't know what you did
 But they wanna kill you ya wife
 And ya kids Mortal kombat

 [Verse Two]
 Take you outta the game
 cause you a rookie makin mastakes
 you'll fumble the ball 4th quarter down seven
 infiltrated ya game
 workin for the state
 lookin for dirt
 But all ya shookin ass found was seven
 desintergrated ya brain
 Me and Dot-Dog crumpled them all
 Like a 6 pointer earth quake
 bent you outta shape
 stapped a fifty pound weight to his chest plate
 dummped his fake ass in the lake
 Sleepin with the fishes
 Cause me and my niggas get vicous
 and hittin it with us
 is impliable to bullets and bitches
 impossible
 Have ya momma visitin the hospital
 trama center where ya delayin-ma fittles
 I'm soon to be layin in bed
 body bruised green purple to red
 like a bag of skittles
 and i'ma pack a little 380
 creep into the room
 infa beam circle on ya head
 boy now ya dead
 time to creamate em
 seen photo
 I'ma blow up ya stomach for nine months
 Rosemary baby stab but up out ya guts
 hear his mom screamin
 mia fyral gave birth to my demon
 I was ment to be a fyrl screamin
 callin all mad men
 if we deeper than the pack 10
 packin mack 10's
 x-raided for life
 and nigga ya life is in danger
 based on a true story
 niggaz wanna hang your wife
 feds find a corpse in a two story building
 no head no hands
 ain't no checkin dental records
 or the the finger prints
 as for Identifyin the body there ain't no chance
 got the cops shot
 leavin niggas propped up
 in fucked up positions
 like dean koonts hide away
 I'm a psyco and my motto is
 all of ya bitch niggaz gotta die today
 I'm takin off whereever I go
 If you in the car with me
 then you'd betta have a gat and a mask
 ain't no tellin when we have to blast
 homicide at the crime scene pickin up the aftermath
 i'ma forever gonna be after cash
 thats why i'm at that ass
 you wanted dead or alive
 first man with ya head get the prize
 if we kick down the door and catch you in the bed
 don't be surprised
 we gotta price on the head
 baller niggaz wanna see ya dead
 it's a contract worth fifty g's
 every killa in the town lookin for ya
 with murder on they mind
 a nine milla and a fifty to squeezee
 niggaz wanna gun ya down
 I don't know what ya done but it was major
 my nigga hit me on the pager
 you been indited
 every single body in the town know about it

 Chorus: repeat to end