[Verse 1: Loaded Lux]
Been laying low for like a couple
My aditude is fuck you
I lift my shirt with my gun, not my belt buckle
Been out of site, but always in the hater conversation
Don't make me line you up like the barber shop [?]
These pack runners talking that brick talk
It's backwards, like a Blood doing the Crip walk
I'm ready for the drama, I ain't never scared
I pick this 9 up, you gon need more than Obama Care
Been tryna chill though, and let these mills grow
In between these bitches' legs, looking like a field goal
But they don't wanna see it, so these clips is never ending
Killed that n***a in his hood, now that n***a trending
Cause everybody like damb
The bullets fucked up his system, they hit him like spam
It's rock solid, we them n***as in the streets
We throw at you, then we throw at the police, n***a

[Verse 2: Freeway]
I just got home from UK today
[?] shout out to Lupe
And I'm sick with the crime, got myself a slice of that American pie
[?]
Travil round the US, they love me out in PA
Shout out my n***a Pimp P, they know me out in LA
Don't make me call Chrissy my n***a, he not from LA
And he be at the club with some bitches, they poppin [?]
Me, I'm in the stu, with visions of making more bread
[?] we making more bread
Brand new [?], you can tell [?]
Grew up a rat, they should get it tatted on they fourhead
North Philly with me, free Meek Milly
Stait Property, n***a DC
[?] on the CD
Audio crack, we cook it up, you gon listen
[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]
[?] need Jesus
Lines sharp as poppy jean creeses
[?]
I'm listening for your skills, you speaking like [?]
I just can't get into the feel
It's the independent real, I'm just in the spots [?]
Might be why they tryna stick me with a deal
More cash and it's [?]
I live a life [?]
Be the best, need to rest
Can't all mingle, I see the stress in my grandma [?]
Like a maggnom blowing up on the red carpet, fathem
[?] trap rappers, even when we go at them
Never been biblical [?]
But when them lyrics hit the base, oh my god, it's the god
I'm feeling like Obama, in the middle of the race
In the middle of the race
Lord

[Verse 4: Jon Connor]
I got evil ententions
Like stopping the track from bretheing without leaving no wittness
They gon need a defence, cause I need the attention
[?]
I gotta eat, so Imma ethis track, I'm a beast in the kitchen
I don't need intermition, I need intervention
I came for green, the addiction
II'm coming for more, I hope they don't open the door
I'm kicking it in, to win, I been shitting on n***as like it's 2004
Look catch up, I don't let up
[?] n***as they don't fess up
Sleep [?] rest up
[?] is the only time we get dressed up
Messed up, just hoping the lord bless us
Guess what, we hoping they don't test us
Know the ruteen, you know what you seen
You know it ain't nothing to be next up
[?] calling your dawgs [?]
[?]
[?]
I said it [?]
That's just the way it is, and the beef ain't over till I say it is
And that depend on what it is
My city [?],, Imma rep till the day I'm gone
[?] where they die for the block, [?]