Need a Hit Jak3 (Ft. Freddie Dredd)

[Verse 1]
All you doubtin' me
What the fuck can you not see?
Freddie comin’ out the cut and now you dead I guess that's luck
You better back the fuck up
Bout to get some fuckin buck
Shootin' bitches with the clip
Aimin’ at yo fuckin' shit
It's a motherfuckin' spree
Try to run you cannot leave
Bullets fly past your head
Only thought that you are dead
Open fire simple day
To the easy access fame
Everyone will know my name
Playin' all these fuckin' games
Aimin' down the fuckin' sight
Hear the sound and see the light
People hidin’ so I might
Creep up on ’em late at night
Barrel in yo fuckin' face
Take yo time it ain’t no race
All the power that I own
Love to hear you scream and moan

[Hook]
You better dial my tone if you Need-a-Hit
Bitch or I will never notice it
Got a backpack on
Better leave your phone
No trace bastard
I'mma keep you home