Lets plan a murder tonight, I wanna see some bloodshed
I know just where he work, and I know where he lay his head
But first I gotta find out, who all live in the house
Does he have a couple kids, and does he have him a spouse
My dawg down for the stain, he gotta shovel and a rope
If you ride or die my boy, gon head and take the oath
Right hand to the Bible, that I won't tell a soul
Cause if we get caught doing this, mane we going up the road
My dawg said he work the same shift as his kinfolk
Get close with his people mane, and tell me the info
Don't come on too strong, cause we gotta play it cool
Just act like you're a friend to them, and tell me what to do
Now thats a real rider, taking drastic measures
He looked me in my eye, and said he down for whatever
He said he gotta daughter, and he shacked up with a bitch
I said mane thats a bet, well lets gon head and take the hit
But first, I'ma need bout three body bags
Cause when I stuff em in the trunk, I ain't tryna stain up the back
He get home around three, usually sleep by midnight
I think he packin too, so if he see you shoot on sight
First one that scream, shoot em in the face
Make sure you wear some gloves too, cause we can't leave a trace
Now its time to ride, it ain't no turnin back
Park the car on a backstreet, and creep right through the back
Just pick the lock, don't go in loud, catch em by surprise