[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
N***as know what I'm affiliated with
I'm quick to bust a move and bust yo' windows for this paper bitch
N***as get on off gimmicks, they don't wanna get into this gangsta shit
Fryin' yo' ass in front of yo' family, yo that's my favorite
Shit to do to n***as, Fred you runnin' through these n***as
Like a pack of condoms, sick just like a passed the flu to n***as
I was diplomatic but this shit was gettin' through to n***as
The way these faggots be actin' make me just wanna shoot at n***as
Go back to my roots on n***as, a SK and a shadeball
Leave your crib one day without choppers you gon' be dead, dog
Burn some n***as off and then paid the cost over bread, dog
Busta came in asked for some credit but I'm like "Hell naw'"
If I was Jimmy henchman I would have been left the country
Fuck the snitches and pussy polices, them n***as monkeys
Ten pounds of kush and a set of speakers, that shit was funky
I just leave the drugs, [?] my plug wrap it and ship it for me

[Verse 2: Reks]
Spazzmatic ca-cabbage cranium classic
Deliver bastard bars, Freddie and Statik
Pushin' the pad, pinnacle general as if
I be asthmatic, keep fill syllables in lyrical paragraphs
Or scribblin' battle raps or story verses
They gon' need hearses, undertaker mother nature
You be one with makers
Son to say your passion of Jesus
Sip Grey Goose, Henny and reminisce
R-E-K-S Genesis
The revolution's evolution 'til revelation
You made your bed with satan
Game is full of hella hatin'
I'm bakin' a book of statements for real MC's
To kill the likes of Little B's, enemies turn to mini Me's
Lord of Gary, R and Freddie killin' beats
Pinnacle of [?] to the owens
[?]
I'm omens to all men, poker table all in
Get to know the label, y'all showin' off, we the spokesmen
[Verse 3: Push!]
Lights camera action!
It's the main attraction
Nothin' like the rest of these faggots
The bullshit on the radio heard by masses
I'm MJ with a team full of Kerrs and Paxtons
Squad of shooters with black rugers
Baby mama wall, intruders to stash looters
You can ask around, know Push keep it the truest
Lookin' at the American version of [?]
Adonis, n***a, fuck it I do this
Need to come holler at your boy and get some toolage
Might see me with thirty grand in front of hipsters
But I'm knee deep in the street, don't get me mixed up
I'm dirty, it's best to be cool, fam
Shit, I'm Tim Taylor with the tool, man
Play Wilson, try peek over the gate
Soon as I see your brows, squeeze it in your face