When the Ship Goes Down

Livin' on phat pockets on flat wit the gat

Rollin' around nine deuce Cadillac

Still got my homies to watch my back

And they'll smoke ya **** if ya wanna come chat

That's why some pigs an the kids come sweatin'

They follow, a hollow point shell's hard to swallow

Why wallow when ya come to roll on? I put the clip

In a 45, bring ya **** on

Kickin' dust on ya head as the gat busts

My grip surrounded

I'm about to get rushed, I brushed with death

How many shells stuffed in my closet

By my big cro-mag's cut?

When the **** goes down, ya better be ready

(When the **** goes down)

When the **** goes down, ya better be ready

(When the **** goes down)

When the **** goes down, ya better be ready

(When the **** goes down)

When the **** goes down, ya better be ready

(Ya better be ready)

I told the boys, get the sawed-off Glock

And the rest of the gats as I strapped on the bullet-proof vest, boom

I think I caught one to the chest, hot damn

I didn't want to kill a man

Ship, I still stand tall with the hill clan y'all

Better stand back, **** 'bout to fall

I'm comin' out blastin' like Yosemite Sam

Get the cheese and the bread for the ham

When the **** goes down, ya better be ready

(When the **** goes down)

When the **** goes down, ya better be ready

(When the **** goes down)

When the **** goes down, ya better be ready

(When the **** goes down)

When the **** goes down, ya better be ready

(Ya better be ready)