[Verse 1: Tyrone Williams]
I do shit for my gang, and fuck everything else
Fuck  you're thoughts no one cares about your wealth
Got  too much shit to be worrying about my health
I'm too god damn good when it comes to stealth
Sneak out back no one will notice
Rob  the popeyes and go unnoticed
Back  at the crib with my boys yeah they the closest
Too hot to handle? Well shit you better focus
I  am the greatest everybody know this
Too many times in this world they seem to fuck with my gang
I let em know each time why we're called the Low Chainz
Yeah we let em hang, shoot em bang
No  friendly fire, not on my gang

[Verse 2: Lil Jabari]

Yeah , this that gang shit
Y'all know how it went the past 2 times
A third times the charm...
Lil boy try to do too much harm
They start to sound these alarms
Grab em by they arms
Wrap em up like a wrapper and trash em
No need to go faster
After all I am a master
Especially in the mind
I'll give y'all a tour on how our gang is defined
A lil boy stepping up the the challenge
Too many people but not enough talent
I seem to be better than all
Yeah these other gangstas yeah we don't fuck wit yall
Shit go kick walls, no one ever cared about any of y'all
They too fuckin mad that the smallest one hurts em the most
They start to see ghost like Tyrese, then lose hope
Yeah I am a goat, too high please, I'll never let go
This shit requires eyes to see, transparent like a ghost
The gang I ride for you see, yeah we greater than most
Kill the beat like a weak bitch lookin for hope
This shit is too easy, just watch how I flow
The dreads are swinging just like these fist
Best believe you fuck with us and you can say bye to ya kids
No need to be afraid just don't fuck with the gang
Keep on beefing? Then you best believing that I'll get frank

[Verse 3: Lil Keith]
Always watching our backs, keeping trucha, looking out
And smashed in the Chev', back to the hideout
Thug boys and thug bitches give me my props and
You know its Keith I'm the hit man of the band
I'm from the Rex-village, dollar signs who's quick to stick it
Put you in a Heimlich, throw you in a lime pit
Guarantee to put a bullet shot inside ya mans who
Tell me how many ways can you flip the dough boo
Let's do this rap shit and just move on
It was me, Steve G's, Dice and the Quick Drawn
Where'd I get my heart from? Defiance in my arteries
In and out of the burbs but I serve main cities
Now if you want some you best come with a gun
That fool that begun and won't top til I'm done
My flow so deadly put you in the obituary
Now I got cousins in the military
Protectin' me, by any means necessary
Bent out of shape like a fender bender
We the Black September, will not surrender or I might put you in a blender
The policy is quality of life and zero tolerance
Tell him you are a virgin and you're all about abstinence
Lets be real a lot of us got problems and bad habits
Steady yapping, ready ratchets, Machete magic, deadly hatchets
You say my flow is deadly but it's like a pandemic virus, caskets
Would be even better if I had my brotha Sebastian

[Verse 4: Sebastian Dark]
Yeah man you already know Sebastian's back
Rappin be my passion so don't make me snap
Then why Rhymesayers make a deal with Epitaph?
Put you in a grave closed coffin with flags folded in half
Spitting heat on beats who preach and teach I stay with bills like Hillary
Vividly uniting freaks who breathe the beats endlessly
Beating down your block, rims chop ridiculously
Feeling an onslaught, like how I spit on beats viciously
I can play soccer at big stadiums you already know where i'm heading
They call me Kung Fu Sebby, I'm prepared for anything motherfucker I'm born ready
Some fake bitches always hide in someone elses skin like they shedding
Rappers be nervous around me these mother fuckers sweat me
I shoot my shot and score on all bitches like i'm Wayne Gretzky
Smokin on weed the US government ain't scaring me
Don't give a fuck I'm fly like the New York Jets be
S.E.B with that lefty squeeze spitting on them hefty beats
Guliani with tacky at me I kill people on chairs like a death penalty
I'm in fact the realest MC, and none of you haters are feelin' me
I sting men automatically, bring in your faculty
These enemies weak as fuck, no injuries in war like no casualties
Me and the low chainz going insane, me and Tyrone spittin bars like we on cocaine
All about the money and fame and i'm not ashamed
I've been spitting fucking fire bitch it's been the same
Tell all of your friends not to fuck with our gang