Duck Down Trick Daddy (Ft. Plies)

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (Sampled), Trick Daddy & Both]
MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down
MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down
Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, we don't fuck around, nigga, we don't fuck around
Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down
MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]
And if he don't know, y'all better let him know
My niggas got .40s, if they bring them out, they gon' let them go
Imagine 36 rounds plus 36 more
Counting his head, chest, and car doors, that's 72 fucking holes
And if his homies act up, then that's what the MAC for
They get one warning shot and then after that, fire, (shut him up)
If you're riding with him, fuck nigga, you're dying with him
You can run and hide, but in a matter of time, oh, I'll get him
And the first sight of him, I'll put that light on him
And every red dot is gon' turn them into blood clots
First, it's gon' be heavy bleeding
And then his eyes gon' roll to the back of his head, his pulse weak and he's barely breathing
Ain't no hollerin' "Red Rock"
You done already used up your wish, bitch, all you get is headshots
So when the MAC sound, niggas better duck down
I'm from Dade County, nigga, we don't fuck around