289

[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