(Viper)

(Blue Pesos:)
You know the truth, bitch
I ain't finna play no games wit no n***a
My chain better and it's clear these n***as bitter
He heard P here and he shittin' in his britches
You got a problem, n***a pull up, let me know, these n***as wit me
It be hot in L.A., still walkin' wit chinchillas on
South Central, kids boucin' outta foreign rentals
I see you lift yo chain up tryna flex but they ain't hittin'
My youngs on that UK shit, they 'a drill out here
Twelve in the rear, guess it's time to go the distance
Quickie wit Mei Ling, all I need is sixty seconds
Gamble wit yo life, n***as better pay they debts
Too Greedy Stinc bitches tatted in the flesh
I'm a Stinc shot caller, n***as better come correct
I 'a get a n***a arm ripped off, watch yo step
Shake him down, lay him down, hit the flo', where's the rest?
He gon' live to see tomorrow? It depends
I'm a Stinc shot caller, n***as better come correct
I 'a get a n***a arm ripped off, watch yo step
Shake him down, lay him down, hit the flo', where's the rest?
He gon' live to see tomorrow? It depends
Forreal, n***a
I'm a Stinc shot caller, n***as better come correct
Shi- bitch
I 'a get a n***a arm ripped off, watch yo step, bitch
Huh, n***a
Shake him down, lay him down, hit the flo', where's the rest?
Shi-
He gon' live to see tomorrow? It depends
Forreal
(Ralfy the Plug:)
Ralfy why you always talkin' crazy? I got Tourette's
We ain't even got no DJ's in Cali but we da best
She be tellin' her friends about the Plug like "he's a catch"
Gang'nem with valet park n***as, leave him stretched
Ain't got no money tryna get on Ralfy arc, you 'a get left
Bitch you pulled up empty-handed, you failed the test
He think he on demon time 'cause he in the field off meds
She like "I gave you everything I got," it still don't impress me
I'm wavier than tsunamis and still go jet-skiin'
Bitch talkin' 'bout she lesbian but still gon' let me in
Man, the first day of school I got all these bitches attention
I know you said you got Tourette's but why yo wrist keep twitchin'?

(Uchieboy:)
I'm the breadwinner, I don't tolerate bitch n***as
He askin' where his bitch, that is not yo business
What's up in my cup? That's swamp water what I'm sippin'
Oh that's yo bitch? She be all up on a n***a
I hang wit ballers, not bums, why I talk like this
Purple jeans, 350's just to walk like this
His shoes talkin' like he broke and need some chip
I know they mad, sendin' shots and ain't hit shit

(Day3:)
N***as always talmbout [?] but never hit nothin'
Why there's bullets in yo clip? 'Cause you ain't split nothin'
Told Playerr just pull up, but TS comin' we gon' hit sum'
And if he pop out on the net then he go [?]
N***as always talkin' 'bout some chip but ain't touched five bands
Too big, we been bounced out with Glock on man
And you ain't never bounced out cars tryna shoot a friend
N***as talk 'bout TS, better shoot a band
(Blue Pesos:)
I'm a Stinc shot caller, n***as better come correct
I 'a get a n***a arm ripped off, watch yo step
Shake him down, lay him down, hit the flo', where's the rest?
He gon' live to see tomorrow? It depends
I'm a Stinc shot caller, n***as better come correct
I 'a get a n***a arm ripped off, watch yo step
Shake him down, lay him down, hit the flo', where's the rest?
He gon' live to see tomorrow? It depends
Forreal, n***a
I'm a Stinc shot caller, n***as better come correct
Shi- bitch
I 'a get a n***a arm ripped off, watch yo step, bitch
Huh, n***a
Shake him down, lay him down, hit the flo', where's the rest?
Shi-
He gon' live to see tomorrow? It depends
Forreal

(Duffy:)
Come correct when you out here on this end
Is we gon' set the play on him? It depends
N***as sound like police, I just barbequed a pig
The Stinc Team here, we the ones that set trends, forreal
Fuckin' over shit without a deal
Rap money do me good but I 'a still hit the field (Aaight)
Chunky monkey on me, everybody stand still (Bitch)
The leaders of the New School, let's keep it real
(PlayerrWays:)
I am Stinc Team, bitch, I'm really doin' shit I talk about
That Buddha on my shelf helped me pass and flip it off, a pound
Was in that Maserati off of Wocky and it was my stolo
Boost in fur 'fit, Macy's caught me boostin' first in Polo
Chiefin' Heavily, designer, mix it wit some RTA's
Was fifteen in that field, got booted out the crib for takin' things
I'm thirsty for that Rollie, see that Crip face, I’ll do it big
I thank Mei Ling on rainy days, it help me make my own chip
Free [?], free Cinco Blue, we all trained to go
My FN finna gas you for my brother, yeah that thing blow
My 762’s, 897’s finna splash you too
It’s Crips out so everytime you see me, don’t approach me fool

(Blue Pesos:)
Forreal
I'm a Stinc shot caller, n***as better come correct
Huh, n***a
I 'a get a n***a arm ripped off, watch yo step
Bitch, huh, bitch-ass n***a
N***as don’t want smoke wit The Team
Dead homies
[?]
Huh, n***a
Here’s the ground, put him under it [?]
Bitch-ass n***as, huh
N***as know the truth though
[?] Long Live Ketchy
[?] uh