Music: John Gelardi
Lyrics: Timothy C Ames
l had you from the jump
and now l got drop on all of you
but if you help me keep my income up
l woulo be pleased to relieve you of all your loof
l see a lot of'chuted opened up,so l'm gonna cut some
pluck'em from the sky like l'm playing duck hunt
just like my dinner plate-ain't finished till you're done
this'll be easy-hot cross buns
l'm comin'for your wallets,y'all had better clutch them
l can hear your heart drummin'like percussion
use your heads and keep your tails tucked-run
cuz the next thing l'm gunnin'for is your trust fund
l don't mean to conuse offence to any bank tellrs
but l'm about to make withdrawals on these lame fellas
best invest your cash,or l'm gonna take hella
fat stacks out your stash,then l'll rain-jealous
my squad gettin so sweaty,that you may smell us
throw on a gas mask and prepare your painkillers
me got our sunses sharpened,these helens ain't kellas
skip the GULAG,l'll send you straight to your grave fellas
I rate myself A 10,I make'em thirsty
but I don't need a REZ,I pick myself up-I'm perky
rollin'in your dough,overflowin from my purse,see
I'll call you sugar as I slay you witha curth a curtsy
noboy's stoppin'us
and trust me,I don't compenate
I'not a doctor.dut right now it's to operate
get comfortabil
embrance the pain
you want it all
then take your aim
when dony's calling us
We know it's time to operate
I have tigound,this ain't your sky to waly.
I hope you know when to pull out if you fiy in hot.
hands off my crate fool,if you try to cop it.
l'll break your plates like a bull in china shop.
my aim is steady and I'm lovin'the feel.
you better get runnin'from me coz I'm gunnin'GALIL.
and when I'm threatrnd by enemies nearaby,I do it my way.
kill'em with kindness,if kindness is an MP5K.
I'm ridin dirty,my arsenal is stackrd.
don't need a PHD to fly(no disrepect).
flight attedats prepare to land on some heads.
no operstop left behind-unless they're dead.
I'll sit you on your bottom like my dog when he's a bad boy.
drag your ass around like you're tryna popa hemorrhoid.
blood drunk maniac alwyas takin'long shots.
hit the ground runnin'roll camera for the montage.
150 on the plane.
they don't konw that.
I've been here before.
funeral arrangemets being madesay a prayer for em.
crack you out sky.
and let you know just what my name is.hey there,
welcome to the jungle,baby.
we got fun and games.
I don't need loadouts.
tell everyody where I'm at.
ain't buying nothing.
win a round with fifty thousand in my hand.
l'm a stone cold champion.
snipe you out heli.
AX50 cal round.
turn your brais to confettl.
I'm not a plckup artist.
but I got your number.
your dout's callin'from a coffin six feet under.
my only sin is greed,
but from gracn I won't fall.
where you see you a killfeed,I only see role call.
nobooy's stoppin'us.
and trust me,
I don't compensate.
I'm not a doctor,but right now it's time to operate.
get comfortable.
embrace the pain.
you want it all.
then thke your aim.
when doty's calling us,
we know it's time to operate.