Callin' all cars, callin' all cars, ghetto Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad scars on those Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the spot Victims took off like astronauts Get with this, even your best can't Come on down, you're the next contestant Get your pockets dug from all your chemical bankin's Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and Franklin They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper Than your average JFK sniper He just came home to spark it Rolling like Kaufman and lay that ass out like carpet Stop the stuttering boy, save the planes for the five oh Then praise the God chik-a-chik pow They be lick shots and premeditate to grab And then they eject back to the lab And then remain in Shaolin an endangered island Shorties lose blood by the gallon