289 lyrics

[Verse]
I go until the end, I'm killin' all your friends
Bust it at they f*ckin' door, I keep that sh*t up on the low
Freddie murder b*tches 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 f*ckin' Holyfield
When my power gonna bust; bullet turn ya into dust
Rest in peace, you little b*tch, 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 f*ck the opp
DOOM is the clique, y'all b*tches ain't sh*t
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 f*ckin' mind
Rollin' slow with the .44 aimin' at your dome
Me and Zye gonna let you die, do ya f*ckin' mind?
Sippin' mud, do the coke, motherf*cker do the most
Ooh, bang, 289 to ya f*ckin' mind
Rollin' slow with the .44 aimin' at your dome
Me and Zye gonna let you die, do ya f*ckin' mind?
Sippin' mud, do the coke, motherf*cker do the most