[First Verse-Tec-9]
I`m back again, reppin` and I got my four ten
Doin` you in when I creeps and spin the bin
Now the heat is on I`m comin` to get`cha
Went through the 17th and couldn`t even find ya
Come to find out, that you were fat mouthin` and you`z a hoe
The only time you seen the 17th is at a show
Jealous muthafuckas wanna be like me
I represent that 3, the capital T-E-C
You bitches better keep my name out`cha mouth
Before I get a bag of that fire and wait outside your house
Nigga, I catch a drain, ain`t no motive, ain`t no blame on what I do ya
Cuz I`ma fuck over you
Now what`s up? Cuz I don`t think you ready to see no blood
Fuck all that asshole and leave ya fuckin` head swollen
I hit like floods, better yet, I stick like mud
Them bitches P-N-C, I leave`em in a pool of blood
Partners-N-Crime, y`all some bitches, y`all some snitches
You stupid clown, Chuck got`cha riches
[2nd Verse-B.G.]
Partners you bet not do no crime,
Get no time and go to JAIL
Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED
Mystikal you`z a hoe, it`s time I Iet`cha know
Y`all ain`t ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes
I`m gat totin`, ready to leave your heart open
Bullets floatin`, hot nine chambers smokin`
Uptown, ya bound to get y`all wig split
Y`all represent a 17th set that don`t even exist
Now that`s a shame, you reppin` just to get a name
You can`t survive in this game cuz you niggas lame
I`m ready to take it to some G shit, street shit
Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split
I`m off Valence, ain`t no doubt this B.G. ain`t real
I`m bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin` steel
Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down
>From this clown that`s gonna put you six in the ground.
It`s time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong
Rollin` wit Tec-9 snortin` dope best believe it`s on
[Chorus-Tec-9]
Partners-N-Crime you ain`t nothin` but bitches
Lick on the nuts and suck the dick
[Chorus-Lil Wayne]
Big Boy know, they ain`t nothin` but hoes
[Chorus-B.G.]
You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke, BIATCH!
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse-Lil` Wayne]
Say Ah ha, Ah ha, yeah you thought it was funny
When you tried to rap, hunt, stunt, front, on Ca$h Money
You must have been jealous of that title that we holdin`
Try to rep on that Local 580
You must have been too loaded, too loaded, too loaded
They tried to pull a lil` stunt, on that Local 580
Wanna be Pimp Daddy, Lil` Slim, and Baby
They put that whole CMR all up in they rap
They had us on they first tape and they proceed to sweat
So let`s show them wannabes what we made of nigga
Try to knock a B.G., I`ma spray a nigga
Swear to God you was hard, but you don`t want none of me
Cuz I`m a little-bitty killa off Amelia East
So put two and fall, see I ain`t with that boy
Cuz all I do is grab my 9 and break a nigga off
Somethin` proper, I will make you droppa
I`ma baby gangsta, not no P-poppa
This is dedicated to niggas that be fakin`
Tryed to rock the crowd for the turf but couldn`t make it
It was complicated so how you gonna rock them?
While they was busy doin` the Hike and Eddie Bow`n
I`ma stand my ground even though you try to bring me down
Cuz I`ma Ca$h Money clown from that Uptown, and I`m bout it
Nigga you know you not bout it,
Come around my way I`ma have to get ROWDY
[4th Verse-B.G.]
Damn, I hate a busta bitch talkin` shit
But when drama time come they scared to do it
Throw them thangs talkin` hard in the Mic
Say it in my face, be a man, and let`s fight
Take it to the street with a real baby G
I`ma show ya I came bust caps send ya six feet
I ain`t bout none of that playin` or assholin`
Nigga I`m splittin` wigs, leavin` heads swollen
Mystikal slippin` and on the pavement you get laid
Light up through ya hoe, I`ma grab you by them dookey braids
Put`cha head down, cuz I heard about`cha
In Desert Storm, Uncle Sam got that mouth up out`cha
So let me get that out`cha bitch,
I`ma run in your shit, cuz I`m a 13th nigga and I`m bout it
[Chorus]
