Rolling down the hill snowballing getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
24 is my age and .22 is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page, going off in a rage
'Cause I'm out on a mission a stolen car mission
Had a little problem with the transmission
3 on the tree in the middle of the night
I got this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases take the good with the bad
You bought those coins on the street and you got had
It's all high spirit you know you gotta hear it
Don't touch the mic baby, don't come near it
It's gonna get you
It's gonna get you
It's gonna get you
It's gonna get you
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun son of a bitch
Getting paid getting rich
An explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
24 is my age and .22 is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page, going off in a rage
'Cause I'm out on a mission a stolen car mission
Had a little problem with the transmission
3 on the tree in the middle of the night
I got this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases take the good with the bad
You bought those coins on the street and you got had
It's all high spirit you know you gotta hear it
Don't touch the mic baby, don't come near it
It's gonna get you
It's gonna get you
It's gonna get you
It's gonna get you
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun son of a bitch
Getting paid getting rich
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