Killa, yeah
 Today's out to be recognized
 Verse 1
 I got that nigga for about 4 zones, had to get dirty though
 Left him in his driveway soakin wet sold his 6.4
 Couldn't keep it no mo' that motherfucker was filthy
 Mo' bodies done been in that trunk
 than in the cemetary and the mortuary
 Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank
 Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last year on some dank
 Shot to my brothers house and got them niggaz high
 It was the Man Klan, 3 Deep, and the nigga six
 we was off that chocolate thai
 And all that time that 187 was on my mind
 Shot the man in cold blood
 and I knew his momma saw the drive-by
 Design, and there ain't no tv until you see me
 On Americas Most Wanted fucked up gettin snatched out my teepee
 Nigga we in the back of the 69 Cut', and it's so foggy
 Paranoia done got me on my strap and I'm a fiend for raw meat
 They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high
 But situation gettin filty and I gots ta have mine
 Chorus 2X
 With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my
 Smith-n-Wesson bulletproof vest
 I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out
 Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out
 Verse 2
 Now it started back in SouthSide sack, I was with my momma
 Drinkin' inches of the Old E, hittin chronic ever so often
 Often in another world trippin', while he was on another room stickin
 My click think sick I got that 12 guage pump started trippin
 Kick the door open, blood stains cops came
 Quietly I had to remaintain thang, same thang
 My love don't fit you, I got that US military issue
 Had to plant one in your brain, get away, if a cop plead insane
 A couple of down ass top notches I used to know, had a spot
 I was good for 4 days off yack and chronic and makin' a plot
 Cause murder was the case, when I saw his face
 Took his life, left his brains all over the pillow case
 What would you be thinkin of when your momma's yelling STOP!
 My first thought was cut him in half and drag the other half to his
 stash
 They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high but
 situation
 real filthy and I got ta get mine
 Chorus
 With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my
 Smith-n-Wesson Bulletproof vest,
 I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out
 Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out ( fades