Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I`m `bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I`m `bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

I got people scared as f**k like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eatin` eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight
You frostin` like a flake and Ludacris feels great

Who want come face me, face come want who?
And women give me face until they`re face turns blue
They can`t breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations

I play stations, duck cops and lose agents
I`m doctor love, I close curtains and f**k patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry I`ll take a bite out of crime

And it`ll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals I`ll send flowers
And I`m on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I`m `bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I`m `bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

You see I`m ambidextrous, I slap ass with both hands
Delete your first steps, but I`ll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said "It ain`t worth it"
But I`m at the shooting range just `cause practice makes perfect

Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives
And you run with ni**as that`s more chicken then pot pies
I`m shakin` your tale feathers
I got big balls, I`m a Sac King like Chris Webber

Luda` will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble
When ni**as sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My cars got big TV`s and satellites
I got a wheel of fortune `cause I flipped O`s like Vanna White

And the survey says? Kill a muthaf**ka now
Could it be off with his head? Or shoot a muthaf**ka down
Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef
Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I`m `bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I`m `bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

I kick ni**as in they`re ass reboot `em like laptops
And they wouldn`t even box if I gave `em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words like I beat `em in scrabble

You see I`m from a small town called "Fresh out a cop`s ass"
Where Mr. Head-potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty yards, y`all not playin` with full decks
As if I jacked out ya jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in Vegas spinnin` the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome mackin` some brauds and sticking `em
And you`ll be at home picking your bougars and flicking `em

A drug dealer`s dream, so fresh and I`m so clean
I`m a grown ass man and you`re sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks peons you`re just rookies
Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I`m `bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I`m `bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I`m `bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I`m `bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home