Troopaz, executers, **** kickin' down your door

KillaMac is back in blue and black, chrome gat for my folks

Troopaz, executers, **** kickin' down your door

KillaMac is back in blue and black, chrome gat for my folks

Street Sweeper sweeps, then flows when I unload the nine that froze when I reload

I leave 'em cold and sometimes chill, trilled, when I'm on the roll

Hoes supossed to be killers, now they fuckin' with us realers

We gon' peel 'em like bananas, and make sure these bitches feel it

Try to kill us once before, no more love, we at your throat

Watch me slice and dice this bizzay, fuck this shit, let's go to war

Don't you-

**** in my scope, Mista Dre let's hit the roll

Redrum, it's gon' explode, Mister Manne is on his stroll

T.C.P gone gold, so now toast stay true

Trick bitch up in my room, **** through when I pursue

KillaMac is scopin' you, ****, flex where they at?

Wanna best scream who did who

'Cause the V-Dog finna handle that

Blow a gun up my nose, bitch, now look into my eyes

Feel the fear that I've been searchin' between these two devil eyes

Gangster mind keep me woke for all these haters when I be sleep

That .4-4 gon' be watchin' when you **** mobbin' deep

Through my back door, you too late, ho

'Cause I already scoped you out

When you mobb deep on the creep, I know what your whole plan was about

My **** Killa got the gauge, now he hid behind the door

I let 'em in, boom, boom, now he killed one, two, three, four

**** trapped about the Mound, got their family super hard

For killer man, we lettin' 'em know, mackin' shit, I never stop

Got my Glock ready to pop on any mack hatin'-ass trick

We represent what you can't stand, to the fullest, stupid bitch