Empty Out (Reload)

(feat. Prodigy) Yeah [Chorus] [G.O.D Father Part III] If its on dun, come with it No matter what I'm flippin' see this gun that I'm grippin' I'm about to throw the clip in and [Gambino] EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK! EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD! [G.O.D Father Part III] I gets down, I'm with it No matter what I'm flippin See this gun that I'm grippin I'm about to throw the clip in and [Gambino] EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK! EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD! [G.O.D Father Part III] You niggas want it I got it, got it ready to give it to ya Full blast empty reloaded controller set fast Bitches get whiplash tryin to catch a quick glance No time for romance, strenght like conan Compare me to no man get with the program Or get found somewhere in no-mans land Never half step, slip get clapped up Dont act up, I hit like a mack truck you want get back up Light yo back up, its death when I map up We mobb nigga force my hand he get jacked up Applause for the cause you be in critical clapped up Your body wrapped up (yeah) in a body cas-tah! [Chorus] [Ty Nitty] Jump Off Nigga...What Up..IM3...yeah...what up Ayo, jump off nigga You ain't gone do shit That ice grill you wearing don't scare me you lil' bitch This ain't no movie script, this is real life Ayo I'll catch you at the red light and give it to you right You be layed out homie Like Harold was a menus (what up!) Brace you self, get the fuck up out the car You know what it is, drop the keys on the floor Your guts, your blood, all over the pavement Soon you seen us pull up You know you in danger You crumbled up,(crumbled up) jumpin' in back of your truck You scary ass nigga, your ass out of luck [Chorus] [Prodigy] Yeah...ayo... here it go...what up I'll get right down to business We hands on niggas I gotta be involved, gotta get mines (or I'm flippin) What the fuck I look like, lettin you run around just living What you think we infamous for I'm about to show betrim Nigga I ain't cut from cloth or cut from strands Of DNA that will have bush shitting in his pants P and H proved we can do this for years We got lil niggas just finding out who we is We got them bitches that jump on other niggas dicks They feel like idiots when they hear our new shit (BITCH!) We mobstas and gangstas boy Every body in the world better know my voice I am the news, we are whats happening now I am the reasons these niggas having doubts Ya'll know the reasons why y'all ain't coming around Cause we are the faces you see when bullets take you out [Chorus]