[Intro]
(Brrt, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em)

[Chorus: EBK JaayBo]
N***a, I'm a don dada, think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he could get some funds out her
Bitch, I shoot to kill, don't give a fuck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan, and we really outchea
N***a, I'm a don dada, think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he could get some funds out her
Bitch, I shoot to kill, don't give a fuck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan, and we really outchea
N***a, I'm a don dada

[Verse 1: EBK JaayBo]
Slidin' through the bity
Call big bro and he pullin' up with fifty
N***as turn rat when that prison time get sticky
Wes set the play and left a nerd n***a pissy
Hari B, he gon' pull up with the gleek
Marley C, Mr. Make a N***a Rest in Peace
Slo-Be got the bitch in her heels, them her cleats
Went crazy when them crackers wrapped my daddy in them sheets
This ain't simp dick, bitch, did you know I'm Baby Whorebucks?
I just set a play to the neck but I need more bucks
He slid through the land and got his nerd ass tore up
Juvie lashed a n***a for the bricks, he finna pour up
Lil n***a, and we still screaming, "Fuck the opposition"
N***as rapping 'bout this killing shit 'til they get documented
He gon' turn to Stuart Little 'cause he ain't never popped a n***a
We dropping n***as, real EBK, South Stockton, n***a
[Chorus: EBK JaayBo]
N***a, I'm a don dada, think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he could get some funds out her
Bitch, I shoot to kill, don't give a fuck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan, and we really outchea
N***a, I'm a don dada, think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he could get some funds out her
Bitch, I shoot to kill, don't give a fuck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan, and we really outchea
N***a, I'm a don dada

[Verse 2: EBK Juvie]
Pull a mailman and bounce out with the doors open
Two to his chest, one to the neck, now that boy choking
I ain't from the Bay but I got plug out in Oakland
We for sure in, lil bro gon' kick that door in
He was a stain so you know we cut your bro in
Aye, n***a, nah, and I ain't jawsing
We been balling and I ain't talking 'bout no Spalding
Ain't no jogging, I'm checking blues in this jog fit
Heavy metal, it's gon' hit stick, analog shit
Hari B, he a sharpshooter, watch him log in
I feel like a shepherd when I'm lurking, I'm [?]
Thirty shells in that 40 thing, watch 'em all sink
[?], chop give him shots like it bartend
Stay up in that shallow 'cause the deep where them sharks is
Snitch K, [?] to them rollers on that narc shit
Twenty deep posted with them drums like I'm marching, bitch
[Chorus: EBK JaayBo]
N***a, I'm a don dada, think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he could get some funds out her
Bitch, I shoot to kill, don't give a fuck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan, and we really outchea
N***a, I'm a don dada, think I love smell of that gunpowder
Pass the hoe to lil bro so he could get some funds out her
Bitch, I shoot to kill, don't give a fuck if your gun louder
I'm EBK, Nightinghanistan, and we really outchea
N***a, I'm a don dada