[Verse 1: Wickett]
A lot of niggaz got a bitch in their blood - but they claim to be hard
Till they get hit with a slug instead it - explains it all
While everyone in the hood used to - think you was hard
But it`s hard to think with your - brain in the gar-bitch
I`m off the the chain when I - blast the mag
I put what`s left of your frame in a - casket bag
I put what`s left of your brain in a - plastic bag
And what ever parts remain - hell, the rats can have `em
You catch hell in the Ammo City scum streets
They full of monkeys and money-hungry zombies
We don`t spit regular shit on a crunk beat
It`s boring watchin` bitches eat lunch meat
I`d rather see a big teeth get sunked, rippin` out chunks of meat till
there`s a dundee
You don`t want it with me, you wanna smoke bomb G
Jump head first off a building and hit the concrete
Now, can I get an Amen?... Amen
If you fuck around wit` me, we can get your face caved in
I`m the black Wes Crav`, and my staff just crave
And the crack just blaze, when they act that brave, aah
Come, I`ll let my bullets +Moby Dick+
Let me put `em inside of you
Nuttin`, bustin` the blood (spish) inside of you
I`m really dishin`, put them bullets inside of you
Is what I would do, if I was you
I really wouldn`t fuck wit` me
Playin` me like a bitch, your shit`ll get dirty
If I up the thang-thangs, finna get ugly
Shit hit the fan mayne, shit get bloody
And when it go down - of course you`re scared
Your brothers they want some - the more the merrier
If they run up, it`s just to go to the - morgue
And step into my world - at the mortuary
[Verse 2: Big Pimp]
I leave your block wit` your head wide open
OUT THE WINDOW, with my AK smokin`
Bro` close your do`, expose ya to the hocus pocus
And you motherfuckers know its bogus
(And you know it`s bogus... that`s how it is, that`s how it has to be)
And I`mma stop all you motherfuckers from laughin` at me
When I bust all the glass in your classic Caprice
Instead of blastin` me, where was you? Runnin` your lyrical catastrophe
I hit the block with the glock, `cause that`s how it has to be
You ridin` partial, blow your brains in the passenger seat
You got that program and schedule, shit fucker, pass it to me
It`s a tragedy, how I run up in the church where your pastor be
Or I`mma have to see, how you layin` right beside him in your casket bleedin`
Tell them sucker emcees we havin` mass this evening
[Verse 3: Wickett & Twist]
Baptized in the blood of Tupac and Jesus
Hollows from my glock and your glock releasin`
Niggaz from my block and your block deceasin`
Can`t stop and won`t stop because we still breathin`
Cock back and pop, niggaz drop, it`s so easy
Run up and burn up a nigga house when he sleepin`
Cut up and turned out that he`s alive when he screamin`
Run up in your house and snatch both of your neices
SAWED-OFF PUMP, PUSH ALL OF YOUR TEETH IN
One nigga jump, BITCH ALL US BEEFIN`
One of y`all jump, BITCH ALL Y`ALL BLEEVIN`(all y`all bleevin`)
Never knew the real reason what I`m shootin` for
Get off your knees, why you prayin` to God?...
It`s too late to repent, you better off prayin` to Lucifer
What I`mma use you for, ten G`s I`ll do you for
Another five I`ll do your gul, I`ll lose your gul
I ain`t killin` y`all by myself
I`m like O.J. - it`s two of us(Get it..two of us)
I won`t hesitate to numb you bruh, won`t hesitate to burn you bruh
I got a message... when you get to hell..
Ask that bitch nigga what he kill my uncle for
[Verse 4: Mr. G-stacka]
I come through strapped with two tec-9`s
I wish a motherfucker try to come and test mine
I put this gat so close to your back spine
When I clap iron, bitch your back flyin`
I`m kinda gettin` tired of sellin` crack dimes
Or sittin` up in my house tryin` to sack pine
Or runnin` through my hood from the one-time
Who sometimes, supply the dime, for me to grind
I just wanna know, do you Feel Me Ni?
Cock that thang, throw it in the sky
I`mma let this bitch loose if you niggaz try
Tell them hoe-ass-niggaz I ain`t scared to die
I ain`t scared to ride, I ain`t scared to taunt
My semi-automatic leavin` niggaz burnt
A couple motherfuckers got hit with the gun
The other motherfuckers wake up from the oak tree hung
Bitch, I`m dirty slum, so I ride `round with a rusty pump
I keep it kinda close, fuck in the trunk
When the war pop off I`m the first to dump
Throw them bows in your chest like Olajuwon
Ain`t no stoppin` when we ridin` - comin` at you chump
I`m the reason for the bleedin` - why you actin` dumb
Cause my hollows have you hollerin` at the top of your lungs - you filthy scum
[**Pause - Mr. G-stacka continues**]
My `K`ll heat-seek and knock a nigga off his feet
And leave him face down on this hot concrete, if this bitch want beef
Then me and my niggaz creepin` knockin` off his whole street - good grief
You get the picture?... Now motherfucker get your issue
Cause soon as I get you, I`m usin` my pistol, to carve and split you
And scare up your tissue, you bitch you
[Verse 5: Lil` Twist]
Jackin` other niggaz for dollars, that`s my motto
Eliminatin` pussy niggaz with pistol poppin` hollows
To say I would never - fuck your bandana, here the block go
From bustin` concussions with simple motherfuckin` pot holes
On the offense, a pussy eater want get to even know what I hit like
In the mist of the trigger clickin`, niggaz bitchin` for dear life
Be prepared for war cause I`m tellin`, gunnin` you all
Carry my coat with clip, that`s what the clip said and blew you roof off
ROOF OFF, shit was haul by U-Haul
You jump, and hit the trunk up with the pump and I do y`all
You fuckin` faggots can`t hack it, ass backwards like RuPaul
Remember my nigga, you tremblin` get your chest blew off
These rules and regulations, to you, they do apply
So cuz is poppin`, your other option is to die
You couldn`t resist, and get blitzed at the drop of a dime
But I came for the cheese, so motherfucker why try
Niggaz I never heard of, get murdered
I`ll pull your skirt up and show the world that you`re pussy
And just show what this uzi - a` do
You motherfuckers ain`t gon` believe that I`mma gut ya
Blow your bones out the structure, gonna show ya that I can touch ya - FUCK YA
Gunnin` y`all, then I hit `em hard
Split `em apart when I let it off, but you`ll be better off
With flesh floatin`, open, in a ocean
Holes poked in your throat and still smokin`
H-V nigga, Riverside - I get you motherfuckers hog tied, if niggaz try
I give a FUCK - what your men do, what you been through
why you went to the pen dude, or who you kin to
Simple, I`m a fool black, shoot back where your kids go to school at
It`s hard to react when the Mac go click-clack
Four shots in your skull, and your bitch back - get that?
