[Chorus: S.O.G.]
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep, deep—deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep, deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
When I creep, with a blast, at your face, you will dash
To the ground you will crash, put asleep on your back
Was a wound from the boom, Infrared, left 'em dead
To the head, exploded lead, now you know this nigga's feed
To the crow, like a ho, slow ditch the Glock, chop with a saw
Stuff 'em in a box, witness your murder
Plus I see a river, float like a boat, nigga
Triple six, killer, hangin' in the hideaway
Dead bodies got away, starin' at the tele-V
I see somе pictures of my face
Run to the woods, chеck my traps
Two little kids, shall I snap?
Psychic thoughts running through my motherfuckin' mind
Shall I creep, shall I bust another cap?
Jealous niggas can't relate
Bullets poppin' to demonstrate the slick way
Constantly spread your face, way to communicate
Dead with your eyes open, nigga, you's a mark
Better duck, better dodge, don't flauge when you pull off our block
Play your cards smart
[Chorus: S.O.G.]
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep, deep—deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep, deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
[Verse 2: Lil Gin]
How in the fuck you figure, that you can be straight with me?
Consider me crooked as hell
I'm bustin' a cap in your face, bitch, cause you's a snail
I'm hangin' with the niggas, only down with me
The Triple Six and Gimisum and Houston niggas down on Nashville Street
And we can buck up on a trick, and smother his ass up in a ditch
My niggas slangin' AKs for the bill, now start some shit
Now, watch my hoes take you out, 'cause I'm a pimp, my legs kinda tired
So, 'm walkin' with a limp
I take my dirty hoe international, stackin' more
This nigga tried to rob me, but I caught him creepin' up outta my door
I grabbed some needles
Then I stuck 'em in his butt, I tied him to the chair, until his eyes closed up
It's just like playin' spades, with a hand fulla hearts
Homeboy, I'm the little joker, that's cuttin' your fuckin' dome, 'bituary, niggas scary, lanes blurry, then hoes get buried
[Chorus: S.O.G.]
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep, deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep, deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep, deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep, deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
[Outro: Lyrical Dope & S.O.G.]
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot
Killa, killa, killa, killa
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
