[Buddy Roe]
  Now I gotta let you have it
  Rappin' fire from my automatic
  Now I gotta let you have it
  Rappin' fire from my automatic
    [Trick Daddy]
  I just might have to toss this nine
  Across your mind
  Across that line
  I'm running straight up in your mammy's house by mine
  Puttin' this fire up in this old bitch mouth by mine
  And openin' fire
  And I ain't swearing no niggas
  Give the deed up until four niggas
  Ain't sympathizing with you hoe niggas
  I'm just realizing what this thug shit for nigga
  You in the middle of a war nigga
  Now I gotta let you have it
  The whole clip
  Fucking up the whole trip
  Now you fucking with the boogie man
  This shit deeper than Nino Brown
  And I ain't see no clown
  Nigga nigga nigga
    [Buddy Roe]
  Now I gotta let you have it
  Rappin' fire from my automatic
  Now I gotta let you have it
  Rappin' fire from my automatic
    [Trick Daddy]
  I got some niggas that'll bump with you
  Play with your kids and eat lunch with you
  Then fuck around and kill your ass
  I close shop
  With 2 shots from a far away glock
  Then leave you dead to rot
  In a empty lot
  And this thug shit simply not
  To be taken light
  Well y'all fake less I'm taken life
  Then I'm taking off
  To the old hood
  To check on a old girl
  To make sure it's still all good
  Then it's back to the streets
  To finish this beef
  Looking for them same niggas that's looking for me
  And about three blocks
  From where they set up shop
  Sell weed and lay some rocks
  They got these old cops
  Working they're spots
  And young niggas on the roof with red dots
  When me and my clique scrap and we scared not
    [Buddy Roe]
  Now I gotta let you have it
  Rappin' fire from my automatic
    [Buddy Roe]
  I'm paranoid cause I'm hearing things
  Time served
  Only out a few months, associated with birds
  They want to pop it, I got bad nerves
  Peep
  Mini-14 on the front seat
  You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it
  His Grams missing, who did it, I'ma deal with it
  So fuck I care about the shorty
  Cause nigga you been known
  Skip town
  With my pound
  With my dudes 'round
  Now nigga how you playin', I done counted that
  You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask
  My cuban friend
  Want his ends
  Instead of you flipping them divedends
  Making millions
  Popping then
  Silly rabbit
  You done started static
  Now I gotta let you have it
  Rapping fire from my automatic
  You left me stuck
  And so you outta luck
  Cause you done fucked my credit up
  ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST
  Nigga what
    [Buddy Roe]
  Now I gotta let you have it
  Rappin' fire from my automatic
  Now I gotta let you have it
  Rappin' fire from my automatic
  Now I gotta let you have it
  Rappin' fire from my automatic
  Now I gotta let you have it
  Rappin' fire from my automatic