Strike The Match

I'm loaded like a shotgun
 Got one under my coat
 it's late night no stage fright
 i'm going for broke
 while i'm hittin' my smoke
 i'm contemplatin' how to hit em hard
 hit em fast
 get away it's all she wrote
 it's a heartbreaking habit
 when you gotta have it
 you grab it
 stare at an album
 so good at it
 certified
 good magic
 look at it
 in your face
 money's gone
 so am i so long
 but now my hustle's changed
 no more stickin' you up
 i've got some weed I know that for sure it can lift you up
 just spark it up
 i gotta dime or a twenty sack
 all sales are final
 don't ask for your money back
 don't even look at the money sack
 it's funny that
 it still wasn't enough
 i like still searchin' for honey flack
 no i'm servin' the boulders
 looking over my shoulders
 every step that i take
 a rock might knock me over
 Strike the match
 That sparks the flame
 Start the fire that burns down the system
 hit em hard hit em fast
 keep the gas on em
 We're gonna char
 Get the dogs go gas on em
 lone range
 a brace to be a gangster
 grew up
 rock stages
 a long way from
 but i got gauges
 comin' out pullin guns out on strangers
 bunch a wild niggas
 nobody can tame us
 sixteen in the clip
 one in the chamber
 drive by homicide
 shit I gotta roll a dime
 ever day i ran away
 my life one helluva time
 i like to see heads get busted
 a problem
 that's how i solve em
 no discussion
 go for my mind
 task force rush em
 until that day
 all i gotta say is fuck em
 Strike the match
 That sparks the flame
 Start the fire that burns down the system
 hit em hard hit em fast
 keep the gas on em
 We're gonna char
 Get the dogs go gas on em
 post it on the top son
 claw some
 makin' my way
 through the jungle
 living with the life
 call something
 evolving with each hustle
 the street sweep
 to a heatseeker
 with ambitions to be a ring leader
 when you're in the top spot
 you better be top notch
 if not watch the haters take pot shots
 its none stop shit talkin'
 beat off the conflict
 ready to harm him
 disarm him
 send his ass away in a coffin
 my game is silent you don't see it that often
 but every passing day i see the time slipping away
 ticket on a train till an early grave
 reap what you sough
 never had a handout
 had my hustle's planed out
 worked to get the brand out
 you wish my luck would run out
 Strike the match
 That sparks the flame
 Start the fire that burns down the system
 hit em hard hit em fast
 keep the gas on em
 We're gonna char
 Get the dogs go gas on em