(Verse 1)
(Spunky Killa)
Sittin' in the parking lot & while the car is stopped I hear some gunshots blastin' from a sun roof this dumb fool done fucked with the wrong dude now I'm on you like the cops do now we in a car chase I can feel my heart race my boy's at an arms length ready & willin' to fill you in a grave so we chasin' & racin' after 'em I hope they don't escape you chose your fate it's too late now we gunnin' 'em down somehow you might live but you'll cry bitch when you hear the 9 spit at this guys wig it'll get pushed back & we'll look at what we did & not give a shit cuz of what you fuckin did you shot at my crib when my kid was inside now you're fixin' to die yo bitch I get live with a mac 10 & I'll blast you & your wack friend you better hope to god I don't catch them

(Chorus)
(Spunky Killa)
I hear ya talkin' shit we got the glocks & clips so you better watch your lips cuz you can get shot pop pop yeah It's a beautiful death & you're gonna die pop pop don't get your dome shot yeah

(Verse 2)
(The Warlock)
Yeah I'm in the Ppassenger side hopin' we don't crash & just side & yo as I fasten my 9 I'm cursin' under my breath & I'm mumbling words of their certain death they'll be lookin' like they got a birth defect after I'm done with 'em my brain's numb within I'm gonna place the gun under their fuckin chin & pull the trigga without any hesitation after we get away we're celebratin' a demonstration or better yet a description is what I'm givin' if you witness us in the middle of a demolition but don't be afraid if you see the gauge even tho yo we're sure to be enraged but they better enjoy their final seconds on this earth cuz their lives are about to endin' for sure but right now yo I gots to go cuz we just ran their fuckin car off the road

(Chorus)
(Spunky Killa)
I hear ya talkin' shit we got the glocks & clips so you better watch your lips cuz you can get shot pop pop yeah It's a beautiful death & you're gonna die pop pop don't get your dome shot yeah

(Verse 3)
(Spunky Killa)
I hop out the whip with the glock on my hip I pull it out & cock it & pop at them kids I hit one in the leg the other one is runnin' away so I put the gun on my waist & begun on a chase I won't let 'em fuckin escape I'm meanin' that dawg & yo in the background I hear a scream & a shot the dude tripped &I caught up to his ass lookin' down the barrel the last thing he saw was a blast

(Chorus)
(Spunky Killa)
I hear ya talkin' shit we got the glocks & clips so you better watch your lips cuz you can get shot pop pop yeah It's a beautiful death just a beautiful death what a beautiful death it's a beautiful death it's just a beautiful death & you're gonna die pop pop don't get your dome shot yeah