You betta get you some, Glocks and Berettas You betta get you some, Mac-10s and Smith-N-Wessons Get you some, Ak's and all kind of weapons Son, you betta get you some, You betta get you some
[Verse]
Y'all already know who's bangin in yo system, Click-clack, cock back, like a four-fifth pistol! If you are bitch or a snitch, then probably you on my hitlist, I got a fully loaded clip, so all these guns, man, you betta get 'em! Playa haters keep hatin', and I keep killin' 'em beats, They got a job, I got a job - I keep bringin' that heat. Homie, I'm a straight G, it stands for a straight Genius, Street smart, never starve, cuz I was born to eat. I ain't got too many friends in the industry, like in the streets, Stick close to yo homies, but be closer to yo heat! I keep an ace up my sleeve - never catch me sleepin', All these fake muthafuckaz don't know shit about this business! Beware of snakes and snitches, they smile in your face, When shit gets hectic, they won't hesitate to give you "coup de grâce", You don't know what it is? Then you betta get some guns! Put one under yo pillow, one in yo dresser drawer...
[Hook] x 2
You betta get you some, Glocks and Berettas You betta get you some, Mac-10s and Smith-N-Wessons Get you some, Ak's and all kind of weapons Son, you betta get you some, You betta get you some