ay yo if you gotta problem
i let the gun solve em
lookin fresha than a mothafucker cocaine pushin
the .45 to the grill leave the forehead mushin
doin it real large here in the BAY out west
dont set foot out on the yard without a 50 cent vest
fireworks blazin and it aint the 4th of july
you hear a POP then a FLOP an another mother cry
the blood rolls out on the hot black street
dome peice lookin like some chucked red meat
now i can rest knowin that i popped ya
tried to have my homie come on the turf and stop a
bitch made like yourself pushin cain on my block
you payed the price fool, with a mouthful of glock
a yo if ya gotta problem
I LET THE GUN SOLVE EM