[Chorus (Los Boogi):]
He talkin out his right mind
So what's left to do?

Point the rifle steady,
Hold my breath and shoot
-Talkin out his right mind

So what's left to do?
Point the rifle steady,
Hold my breath and shoot

Hollerin all dat bull
But he ain't bout it
Aim it at his skull

Knock da brain out it
-Talkin out his right mind
So what's left to do?

So what's left to do?
So what's left to do?



[Los Boogi:]
Show em what the faction do

Stomp his $$#, jack his shoes
His boy tryna act a fool
But $#&@ dat ^!$$% jack him too

Drama, beef, and action news
Is what we are attracted to
We add the gun, subtract the crew

Go get the pump and (hold up)
I see ^!$$%z on defense
Pointin pistols with they attitudes

Now it's time to home improve
Glad I brought the extra tool
Quaterback option, yell the play and point at you

Switch it up, shot-gun, hail mary, run and shoot
Bollinger we in this (*##$
wit a few ^!$$%z thats bangin blue

But it aint the feds we neva snitch
or ever tell the cops the truth
All my ^!$$%z from the cage

And right about now we're runnin loose
Betta go hide your (*##$
Or I will make a ghost out of your boo

You $#&@in wit da Androids,
And this what we was built to do
Seek and destroy..

Whoevers standin in our view
When we deploy..
We takin out all your troops

Point the rifle steady.. hold my breath and shoot




[Chorus:]
He talkin out his right mind

So what's left to do?
Point the rifle steady,
Hold my breath and shoot

-Talkin out his right mind
So what's left to do?
Point the rifle steady,

Hold my breath and shoot
Hollerin all dat bull
But he ain't bout it

Aim it at his skull
Knock da brain out it
-Talkin out his right mind

So what's left to do?
So what's left to do?
So what's left to do?



[Bill Black:]

Ayo one day I'ma run this town
One day I'ma run this (*##$
Even at the finish line,

I'm still gone be runnin %#@!
I'm still gone be gunnin %#@!
Still gone be number one and %#@!
Yall be gettin yall $$# whipped
Yall be on some punishment

I aint on no punishment
^!$$% under 18
With 4 friends, and 8 hands
8 glocks, and 8 beams
big strap in my pants, if it pop, yall scream

my hand on my glock and yo brains is baked beans ((*##$!)
It's funny how you can go from bein dead broke
To everybody tryna haunt you like dead folk
I got the game on lock ^!$$% head choke
Still run this muh $#&@a if my legs broke

Yall ^!$$%s laughin, tellin bad jokes
I'm in the finish line, passin da slow pokes
Pass me da fo fo, It's time to go bro
I got that Austin Power, Mojo



[Los Boogi:]
Yeah, lemme hold his face
$#&@ dat judge tellem hold that case
I'll never take that road up-state
Cuz all of us got throw-aways

I'm a walking C4 and they gone find you D.O.A
Cuz all this beef just make me tick,
And I promise you'll get blown away
Everyday I'm strapped..
And Bill know that it aint a lie
This Desert Eagle comes with wings,
Trust me boy your brains could fly

He talkin out his right mind, so what's left to do
Point the rifle steady, hold my breath and shoot



[Chorus:]
He talkin out his right mind

So what's left to do?
Point the rifle steady,
Hold my breath and shoot
-Talkin out his right mind
So what's left to do?
Point the rifle steady,
Hold my breath and shoot

Hollerin all dat bull
But he ain't bout it
Aim it at his skull
Knock da brain out it
-Talkin out his right mind
So what's left to do?
So what's left to do?

So what's left to do?