Goin In Songtext / Lyric

[?] Home of the thoroughbreds, Ya Know

Humphrey productions, let's go

They got the whole world counting on this come back

City to city like where the fuck your son at?

Wasting too much time fucking with them dumb rats

Whoever slept on the boy, shouldn't have done that

Now go stand in the corner, put on your dunce hat

He cocked both of his guns back

He about to make a call to Cali for his Spanish Muscle

Then I'mma spin one of you niggas like the Spanish hustle

Be from Queens, were the can is muffled

His move was shaking so hard

He turned the land to rubble

Dumb dopes just opened up a can of trouble

I bet my life on it mack

That this is the gambler's double

It's not a good look, don't make the map paint a picture

Give rose beds put your head with a train of clickers

I see you niggas not seeing like a gang of Hitlers

With arose and a black cloud it's gonna bring a twister

Surgical scrubs, check

Surgical gloves, check

I murder you mugs, check

Now clear I'm about to go in

Mags with a muz[?], check

Sponge for the blood, check

Now give 'em the drugs, check

And clear I'm about to go in

Scissors and knife, check

Now give me some lights, check

Six of them wipes, check

And clear I'm about to go in

Pistol and lube, Tech

A few of them tubes, check

Some medical glue, check

Now clear I'm about to go in

There's only room in this town for one dude in black

And I'll pack lead in your back like school is back

I'll leave you niggas with waves like it's a hula snack

You look a little tired homie, you could use a nap

You ain't got to tell me twice where the food is at

He keeps shots in his arms like a user's tracts

Dum-Dums all in his guns like it's a foolish strap

No childlike skipping here

True pursuit are back

Mine is enterprise crime, you's a petty crook

You throw that hoodie on it's about to be a heavy tux

I'm about to leave a smoke cloud like some Deli[?] Kush

Well, well, well lookie what we have here

Shell, shell, shell, nobody now the path clear

Nothing but cash here

Y'all are just looking half queer

Sixteen ruler head[?] like I'm about to smash deers

And put 'em in the grass dere

Be on their last steers

I leave your head missing a solid like it's a bad peer

I'm about to put my flag here

Save your wack verses

OK [?] I don't feel your raps

And you don't know me boy, don't try to get familiar cat

A ring of chains trying to tangle with these silverbacks

A couple of things from out the pen to leave them real relaxed[?]

You had your run time the fun's over, chill with that

You're Fred Flintstone nigga

Where your Wilma at?

I'm onto my dividends, was born for the intimates

Your toddlers in the play pen

Was G upon the entrance [?]

The dope man is coming with the thick/fix syringe

I see your pay day is Friday

Some drinks again [?]

You made a little name but now your flame is flickering

Only they counting as if this cheddar never makes it friend

Me on this grind heading for the strips again

Clown don't make me come around and make me have to spit your Ken[?]