Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat

Rollin around nine deuce cadillac

Still got my homies to watch my back

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

that's why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin they follow

A hollow point shell's hard ta swallow

Why wallow when ya come ta roll on I put tha clip an dust

Bring ya a** on kickin dust on ya head as tha gatt busts

My grip surronded I'm about ta get rushed I brushed wit death

How many shells stuffed in my closet

When tha s**t goes down ya better be ready when tha s**t goes down

When tha s**t goes down ya better be ready when tha s**t goes down

When tha s**t goes down ya better be ready when tha s**t goes down

When tha s**t goes down ya better be ready ya better be ready

I told tha boyz get tha sawed off glock and tha rest of tha gats

As I strapped on tha bullet-proof vest

BOOM I think I got one to tha chest

Hot d**n I didn't want to kill a man s**t

I still stand tall with tha hill clan ya'll better stand back

n***az bout ta fall I'm comin out blastin like yosemite

Sam get tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham

When tha s**t goes down ya better be ready when tha s**t goes down

When tha s**t goes down ya better be ready when tha s**t goes down

When tha s**t goes down ya better be ready when tha s**t goes down

When tha s**t goes down ya better be ready ya better be ready