Boy, you better put a lid on it.
You don't know what it's like,
To get your head lumped in.
'Cause you keep flapping those gums,
Like you the boss till we check your chin.
Oh no, you don't know what it's like,
To get your head lumped in.
'Cause you keep flapping those gums,
So just run along 'cause you don't want none.
Let me take you back,
So back in time.
And make the front page news,
Living lives of crime.
'Cause we ran moonshine,
Outlaws to be exact.
We get something new,
And we never turn back.
Six shots, point blank,
Aiming at your face.
I'mma quickdraw,
Then I'm gone without a trace.
And I'll rob a bank,
Or I'll cheat and steal.
Derail a fucking train,
'Cause you know that I will.
You need to pay your dues,
Or get cement shoes.
And we're still on the run,
The most ruthless crew!
You don't know what it's like,
To get your head lumped in.
'Cause you keep flapping those gums,
Like you the boss till we check your chin.
Oh no, you don't know what it's like,
To get your head lumped in.
'Cause you keep flapping those gums,
So just run along 'cause you don't want none.
I'm a heartbreak kid,
I'm a stickup kid.
Bang bang, Tommy gun,
You's a punk-ass bitch.
Knocked out in one punch,
Like a superhero.
Paid up, cropped out,
Now you're back to zero.
Boom, bing, pow,
King Kong do doubt.
Like a prohibition,
I'mma have to dry you out.
You'll be picking up your teeth,
Straight off of the ground.
I'mma switch blade, shake it,
You know how word gets around.
All bets are in,
I see you roll the dice.
Looks like another seven,
It's the end of your life!
You don't know what it's like,
To get your head lumped in.
'Cause you keep flapping those gums,
Like you the boss till we check your chin.
Oh no, you don't know what it's like,
To get your head lumped in.
'Cause you keep flapping those gums,
So just run along 'cause you don't want none.
It's no matter,
Just a matter of time.
It don't matter to 3,
It ain't no matter of mine.
If you keep your mouth shut,
Then you'll be just fine.
If you keep running gums,
You better look out behind.
I see,
U-N to the D-E-A-D.
You got the full clip,
It's just cocking empty.
You're the cock of the walk,
But you walked too far.
Now your cock's on the block,
Of the boulevard.
I'm the,
J-O-H to the N-Y 3T.
You lucky you ain't dead,
If you know they sent me!
You don't know what it's like,
To get your head lumped in.
'Cause you keep flapping those gums,
Like you the boss till we check your chin.
Oh no, you don't know what it's like,
To get your head lumped in.
'Cause you keep flapping those gums,
So just run along 'cause you don't want none.
U-N to the D-E-A-D!
You got your fist raised,
But your legs are shaky!
U-N to the D-E-A-D!
You know that I'm the shit,
That's why you're trying to take me!
We can go around the corner,
I ain't catching a case.
This will all be over quick,
I'mma do what it takes.
So you better know your role,
But never speak out of place.
Or I'mma roll your ass up,
And smack the lips off your face.
You better not run,
'Cause my bullets are faster.
I'd never really hit a bitch,
So I'm gonna smack you.
This won't even be a fight,
'Cause I'm knocking you out.
And my name ain't dick,
So keep it out of your mouth!
U-N to the D-E-A-D!
Let it be known we do this shit on the daily.
U-N to the D-E-A-D!
Nothing, still serving you baby!

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