Meet Yo Maker

Lyrics

[Intro: Al Pacino] What's up, fool? Okay, you wanna play rough? Okay, say hello to my little friend Okay [Verse 1: Tommy Wright III] Me and my partner TipToe 'bout to do a homicide Crankin' up the ride, finna go out on the east side First I roll a blunt, so rappers like us can get high off the spliff So when we gets to cap, we won't have no pity when we kill Rolled up on the set, real slow, with the lights off Then I see my enemies, wanna cap 'em with the sawed-off Busters standin' on the corner, sippin' on some Alizé That's when I got the TEC, threw in the clip and then commence to spray Jump back in the Chevy, burned rubber, as I left the scene Still blazed from last night, so a killing to Tommy Wright just ain't no thang Ballin' down Bellevue, headed to a C.T.O Buy me a getaway, packed my bags and lay low Go and pop the trunk and put the pump in the plastic bag Buried in the yard of the house that my father had Now these suckers fearin' me with rumors lurkin' on the streets That I shot another, left his body like a refugee Yellow tape, chalked bodies, blood on the concrete Won't go to jail now or later, step to me, you'll meet yo' maker [Chorus: Dr Dre, Scarface & Tommy Wright III] Watch your back, 'cause you might get smoked Ayy, I shot a motherfucker (Meet yo' maker, meet yo' maker, meet yo' maker) Watch your back, 'cause you might get smoked Ayy, I shot a motherfucker (Meet yo' maker, meet yo' maker, meet yo' maker) [Verse 2: Tommy Wright III] We was loungin' in the steamer at a light, laid back Couple of macks tried to jack, so we had to peel some caps I pop one in the leg, sliced the other with a knife I don't care about spirits hauntin' me, I still be smokin' blunts, G The other robber grabbed TipToe, tossed him out the car They got us stuck between trucks, they done went too damn far He grabbed TipToe by the head, put the pistol to his face I act like I ain't give a damn, stood still in one place Then I pointed the barrel, he pointed his and told me, "Drop the gun" That's when he messed up, TipToe rumbled his ass, and started to run Now yo' ass free, I'm gon' cap this fool now, not later Run over his ass in the steamer, turn, trick Meet yo' maker (Meet yo' maker) [Chorus: Dr Dre, Scarface & Tommy Wright III] Watch your back, 'cause you might get smoked Ayy, I shot a motherfucker (Meet yo' maker, meet yo' maker, meet yo' maker) Watch your back, 'cause you might get smoked [Verse 3: Shawty Pimp] Mind of a Black Haven killer I'm pimpin' and peelin' these women and these bitches [?], [?] ounce I'm dealin' I'm makin' my money fast, shakin' these suckaz like when I blast I'm hard to the pimpin' game, ain't no thang, I'm a killa, mayne I'm constantly killin' and servin' the time for punishment 5-0 think they runnin' thangs, they don't know I'm aboutta klick P-I-M-killa-P, stupid punk, I'm describin' me Point-blank with the red beam, it's bound be a bloody scene I kill like a heavy-habbit, the bud, I gotta have it I'm drankin' & thankin' one day I might 'come a dead victim Might die if I bust a Z, and clockin' my Glock on 'em I'm constantly killin' these suckers, droppin' these busters, makin' them scream in pain Stickin', and jackin', and crackin', and packin' a skull Yeah, I'm goin' insane To be a pimp legacy, killa instinct inside-a me I learnt from my family, killin' can be done easily Don't let me like catch ya slippin', a quick way to start the killin' Shot in the head, left for dead It's just one more Trick that got shot up quick, so go plan a funeral I creep in ya house, hit ya motha, and then I lynch her Yeah, player, I got the mind of a killer Meet yo' maker Meet yo' maker [Bridge] (You die, motherfucker) [Verse 4: TipToe] Tippy-toe, Tippy-toe, on you with the gauge, so Bust to the ground, take ya down, now ya feelin' assed out Tough luck, prep-ass nigga goin' against a real pimp Grab my shoe with a grip, bust you in yo bottom-lip Jump in the air, come back down, drop-kick to yo skull Put yo' ass in severe pain, killer like me ain't got no love Put you in a bodybag, have yo' fuckin' body dragged Down to the riverside, nigga like me ain't bar no height Quick to jump and trip you up, think fast when I blast Run to the back of the room, and assume that I was here to take yo cash Nevertheless, I kill a trick, when I click, insane quick Glock, took yo knot, get yo knees dirty for the shot Choke 'cause ya know it's down in the back o' yo throat Callin' up my clout, when I'm out, gotta count my cheeze Skanks get 'em dirty, yeah I'm talkin' about their Veronice Lead for you busters from my .38 caliber Hit-list, think quist, scratch 'em off my calendar 'Cause, take a buss from a bullet to yo' temple You think, you can take out a real player? Try yo' luck, nigga