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

Thats 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 im about ta get rushed i brushed wit death

How many shells stuffed in my closet

When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready (when tha sh*t goes down)

When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready (when tha sh*t goes down)

When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready (when tha sh*t goes down)

When tha sh*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 damn I didn't want to kill a man sh*t

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

Niggaz bout ta fall I'm comin out blastin like yosemite

Sam get tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham

When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready (when tha sh*t goes down)

When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready (when tha sh*t goes down)

When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready (when tha sh*t goes down)

When tha sh*t goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)