Welcome 2 Your Own Death

As I bail through the woods of the southside
 Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
 When I peel a dome and bail
 Gone like hell right through the do
 I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, nigga ooh
 Watch me bail nigga but you don't see me though
 Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
 But takin' a puff of the dank stuff
 and enough that double O-A-E dooz me
 I'm slowly loadin' up the oozy
 Well now who's he
 Well it's that dead motherf**ker doe
 Well whatcha know comin' through with that murder mo
 And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
 You either give up the information,
 nigga I get shots, so nigga nah WHAT!
 I guess you wanna dose of this milla
 Twenty-four shots from that mommas baby killa
 Nigga mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
 Bustin' em at your chin before I crept nigga
 Welcome to your own death
 Chorus x6
 Nigga welcome to your own death
 (BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain
 Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2
 So niggas miss my sicc
 Some niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my click
 That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut canibal type of shit
 Plus many more caps bust
 Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high back
 So niggas done load them nins and pull them high jacks
 And lie back in the cut and roll another fat one up
 Tack one up for loc to the brain
 Them niggas that really don't give a f**k
 Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut
 So nigga now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut
 Plus niggas nuts and guts is what I rips for
 Creepin' up in a six four impala
 Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut cause
 Nah what I do is let my nine do the talkin'
 Leavin' you walkin' to your funeral low
 Diggin'? yo smoke from the mack 1-0
 I had ya pussin' just in case
 I got me a mack eleven for your face that's leavin' no trace
 Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a niggas neck
 So watch the reeper when I creep crept
 Welcome to your own death
 Chorus x6
 When I hit the block with a nine
 Them fools better be duckin'
 My nigga duck got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'
 untraceable gage shells
 Only worriers goin' to hell
 And 5-0 they just can't swoop
 See cause we mobbin' too well
 My murder file done pile more than a nigga expected
 See cause have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
 That I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
 Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to kick up some dirt
 And I'm tired of warnin' a motherf**ker about a nigga like me
 When it's hard to believe
 the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
 See that's the city and it's making a motherf**ker stress
 Gotta watch your back like 24-7
 unless you wanna be livin' the rest of your life
 Up in a cemetery die nigga die you'll repeat until you're buried
 That nine millimeter givin' no motherf**kin' respect
 Up on your back with your last breathe
 Welcome to your own death
 Chorus x6