[Intro: Ciggy Black]
Portland has 3 time outs left, the Lakers have 2
Bryant, to Shaq
Gang, gang
MaxThaDemon in this bitch
[Hook: Max]
Twenty-four and eight hollows that's thirty-two
He don't die on the spot, he in surgical
Mr. Black ever touched it get personal
Get 'em up close, he get knocked off his vertical
Twenty-four and eight hollows that's thirty-two
He don't die on the spot, he in surgical
Mr. Black ever touched it get personal
Get 'em up close, he get knocked off his vertical
[Verse: Max]
Pop out, whole gang pop out
Don't get dropped down
Tryna run up, we fiending to do it
They walk with the nine but don't use it
Keep spinning their block like we loopin' the block like I'm Jewish
Two-four blunts of hittas for Kobe
Chop on my waist, not a man that control me
Mr. Black since a youngin' my Cody
Nights on the roof, not a night I was lonely
Keep a shooter around, I'm a trophy
With the left he gon' shoot like Ginobili
Spin a block on a hoe with my shorties
Run when I come and get shells out the .40
Bullets burning, he yelling and screaming
One in the legs and the bullets will teach him
If they mention the gang then I'm creepin'
Beef with my block have you leaving a vegan
Cock it back I put one in the head
See an opp and he drop I put one in his head
We don't talk on the net we just come in instead
Fuck the talkin, we stalkin', they pumpin' his chest
Keep a vest 'til lil' bro hit his legs and his head
Check the news for the news when they callin' him dead
We still up on the score and that's word to my dead
They got back every time and that's word to the set like
[Hook: Ciggy Black]
Twenty-four and eight hollows that's thirty-two
We gon' circle thru blocks then we murder you
Mr. White, he get touched, it get personal
He gon' die on the spot, fuck a surgical
Twenty-four and eight hollows that's thirty-two
We gon' circle thru blocks then we murder you
Mr. White, he get touched, it get personal
He gon' die on the spot, fuck a surgical
[Verse: Ciggy Black]
Talk on gang then we leavin' him dead
Metal jackets is locking his dreads
Vertical flippin, he missing his step
Think that's a story gon' bring out the feds
And just pass me the nina instead
With a thirty
Got the work from the dirt, do 'em dirty
I'ma off me a thirty not a perky
Nigga touchin' his body, think he nervous
Body bluffin' his body bullets purgin'
Choppa full loaded while I'm burstin'
And no asking for mercy while you with him
Two for one, you got added on a mission
'Cause I can't leave a witness
Hollows twisted up his stomach, that's chores for the surgeon
Our block, we spin, we rehearsed it
Send shots, left it posted
Perfect aim got his name cuz he focused
Got skills while he throwin'
Shooters wreck and my Gerbers is purgin'
It's urgent inside 'em
You can see that they been through some pain
They some monsters
And my demons is special ed, special needs so I give 'em meds
Ain't no boredom, they drill instead
Mommas crying, the scene will get drastic
Copper tips, but the weapon is plastic
He get striked for his acting
Body stretch like elastic
[Hook: Ciggy Black]
Twenty-four and eight hollows that's thirty-two
We gon' circle thru blocks then we murder you
Mr. White, he get touched, it get personal
He gon' die on the spot, fuck a surgical
Twenty-four and eight hollows that's thirty-two
We gon' circle thru blocks then we murder you
Mr. White, he get touched, it get personal
He gon' die on the spot, fuck a surgical
[Hook: MaxThaDemon]
Twenty-four and eight hollows that's thirty-two
He don't die on the spot, he in surgical
Mr. Black ever touched, it get personal
Get 'em up close, he get knocked off his vertical
Twenty-four and eight hollows that's thirty-two
He don't die on the spot, he in surgical
Mr. Black ever touched, it get personal
Get 'em up close, he get knocked off his vertical
