289

Lyrics

[Verse] I go until the end, I'm killin' all your friends Bust it at they fuckin' door, I keep that shit up on the low Freddie murder bitches in the middle of the street Point it at them and they geek, pull the trigger, I'm a freak I'm the real deal, packin' steel, call me fuckin' Holyfield When my power gonna bust; bullet turn ya into dust Rest in peace, you little bitch, come on, dare me, make me rich Filled wit' hatred in my soul, grippin' on the .44 Let it pop; I let you drop, you know Freddie fuck the opp DOOM is the clique, y'all bitches ain't shit Just a corpse, got to go, try to match up with my flow Murder goes in the show, single shot, slit your throat, yuh [Chorus] Ooh, bang, 289 to ya fuckin' mind Rollin' slow with the .44 aimin' at your dome Me and Zye gonna let you die, do ya fuckin' mind? Sippin' mud, do the coke, motherfucker do the most Ooh, bang, 289 to ya fuckin' mind Rollin' slow with the .44 aimin' at your dome Me and Zye gonna let you die, do ya fuckin' mind? Sippin' mud, do the coke, motherfucker do the most