They woke him up, tied his arms and legs with tape, and forced a rag into his throat

Caused his lungs to begin bleeding

He drowned in his own blood and was pronounced dead at thirty-seven minutes past midnight

These are the facts of the case, and they are undisputed

I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks ****

I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob ****

I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow

Pulling **** cards, taking **** dope, breaking **** hoes

I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks ****

I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob ****

I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow

Pulling **** cards, taking **** dope, breaking **** hoes

Out in the cold, got no home, no place to call my own

What type of friend gonna tell me he don't come no more

Go get to loading up my ammo 'cause I'm under stress

Fresh with no patience for no job, so **** pack your vest

Raise up off this pit 'fore I click, and you'll be fucked with

10 in Memphis, it's a curfew, guess who's runnin' shit

I want them ends, dividends, don't make me stress the fact

Crack dealers, shot callers, big ballers, watch your back

Rat-tat-tat, let that gat up out that window

Pay the cost, drop it off, now don't make a move, hoe

Though I'm thinking to myself, "this is a deadly sin."

Yet he moved an inch, gon' have to do his funky ass in

I want them riches, fuck them bitches, trying to get a fucking Bentley

Fuck you **** acting silly, shit, you'll get sprayed

Don't need no fuckin' charge partner just to get me paid

Fuck a premeditate, make them bitches spread in twelve ways

I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks ****

I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob ****

I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow

Pulling **** cards, taking **** dope, breaking **** hoes

I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks ****

I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob ****

I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow

Pulling **** cards, taking **** dope, breaking **** hoes

Lower it here to your people, lower it down

To your people, your people, your sleepin' people, your people

Kidnappin' people, your people, your fucked up people, your people

Gon' get your people, your people, keep runnin' people, your people

Come, stick it in a black shirt, stockin' cap on, I'm ready for the work

Tec-9, chrome tone pointed at your fuckin' dome

Sawed-up gauge, up your face, gone on a rampage

I told you son of a bitches, now I'ma let the 'K!

In a rage, I ain't changed, ain't about all them games

Ain't gon' be too many birrches, ain't no ho up in my face

Get the key to the city, who the hell I'ma thank?

When I got more brains than that shit on the same day

Nineteens in the motherfuckin' bitch

Got cell twenty-threes in this motherfuckin' bitch

Got number nine in this motherfuckin' bitch

Quit your huffin' and your puffin' 'fore you make us click

See, see, murderers and robbers, bank clobbers

Soul poppers with plenty heart stoppers

Drop your motherfuckin' soul, you a punk ****

Jumpin' off a bomb, bitch, you gettin' your fuckin' head bumped

I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks ****

I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob ****

I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow

Pulling **** cards, taking **** dope, breaking **** hoes

I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks ****

I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob ****

I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow

Pulling **** cards, taking **** dope, breaking **** hoes

Mane, this is a strange taste, silly in a crazed way

Kind of freaky fantasy 'bout some shit that happened to me

See, I'm so clean, got these bitches tellin' me, "Come here."

I'm thinkin' to myself they must know I be that Koopsta Knicca

You know them **** jella, makin' them bitches scopin' this fella

Iceberg jeans, Nike sneakers with that Coogi sweater

See, money builder, keep on steppin' for this bread

Keep that hammer cocked and bare 'cause whatever, I'm like with it

Fuck that, gets back to that motherfuckin' subject

Got these hoochies on my side and they love man when he commmits to robbin'

They caught to my crash, never ever let me pull over the ride

Let me stop and hit the six, won't tell 'em whatever

They with it, takin' heat, make sure this pimpin'

Got that **** from the sixties who knows all about that fuckin' possessions

Gruntin', humpin', bumpin', they hollerin', well as they suckin'

I sayin', "Stop it," so them heads commence to knockin'

I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks ****

I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob ****

I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow

Pulling **** cards, taking **** dope, breaking **** hoes

I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks ****

I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob ****

I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow

Pulling **** cards, taking **** dope, breaking **** hoes