I'm ready to make 'em drop with the cocked

G-l-o-c-k

Busta's under the wings

On my thoughts, I face 'em every day

No fear in my heart, I ain't scared to be the one that kills

So if you got your tone, bring it on, I got the same skill

Fresh up on my fears to provoke me to leave 'em dead

Gangsta Gold, makin' em fold

Victim of my bullet lead

Tricks, who want my treats?

From the Gold smoke up in their face

Down fo' the smack in they back, bitch, it's a murder case