I’m a cold hearted killa, I’m hurtin ya style
Them lil niggaz run up I’ll be murkin ya child
Don’t matta, put the chrome 2 ya blatter
Run over ya brains and watch ya dome splatter
Ckuz if u think u hotter than I’m ckummin through wiff my gat
and ya already know that I’ll put the mac in a face
Don’t ever try 2 run up, ckuz I’ma just put my gun up
From sun down 2 sun up, you’ll be back in ya place
Nigga I ckould just laugh in ya face
Ckuz it’s funny how I named my gun NASA it’s blastin away
And u already know I’m massive wit K’s
Wherever I pop the spot becomes known as the Massacre place
Ckuz the Badder I spray, The worse that it gets
And I ckould rob a nigga 2, I’ma grab ya vigettes
I’m never at my all 4get a hundred percent
Ya life had a light nigga, now ya sun is gon’ set