[Chorus x3]:
Why-why they wanna fuck wit' me?

[Verse 1: Mr. Blacc]:
2020 in the game still pressin' my luck
Riskin' penitentiary time, all about my buck
About that old mighty dolla, in cash I trust (In cash I trust)
I got a bullet for you fuck n***as, go ahead and run up (What up, n***a?)
Hits turn like subpoenas, took lead to get got (Yeah)
Fuckin' with Mr. Blacc and get your whole crew touched
Not on two broke n***as, naw, not a good look (Not a good look, n***a)
'Cause when a punk get to starvin', he robbin' rook? (Uh)
Checkin' me what be for practice, you must beat the hook (You must beat the hook, n***a)
'Cause I ain't got shit for you but hot lead and thud (Yeah)
And I been in the hood like crime (huh), hoodies and crooks
And I ain't reached this status of my God-givin' looks, let's go

[Chorus x3]

[Verse 2: Spice 1]:
You mothafuckas be trippin'
When I dump on you mothafuckas, I'mma unload the cli-c-clip in (Blaow, blaow!)
Can't none o' you mothafuckas be a better mothafucka than me (Me)
Before I put one up in yo' head, I'mma pop yo' ass up in the knee (Mothafucka)
I be rollin' with my mothafuckin' strap on the side o' me
I told you mothafuckas, don't be fuckin' with the East Bay G (G)
You might be thinkin' I'm sayin' "mothafucka" too many times
But I can say what the fuck I want to, n***a, 'cause this my rhyme
It's my time, it's my grind, it's my shine, I'm gleamin' (I'm gleamin'!)
With my n***a Mr. Blacc and we strapped with the bea-beam in
50 caliber pistal, speak the goddess? of fishal?
Dumpin' your body up in the Bay and it's never fished out
[Chorus x3]

[Verse 3: ?]:
I'm a G (I'm a G)
And I'm a mob figure, rose with a AP (AP)
And I'm a cold n***a, you don't wanna play me
Snatch ya ass up like the AT (Nah)
I'm a street playmate
Spice 1, I'm a East Bay gangsta
Strike 1, you're fuckin' with the wrong one (Wrong one)
Knock ya ass down wit' your own gun (Rrra)
[Why they wanna fuck wit' me?]
Stupid (Stupid)
Eazy-E, I do errything ruthless (Ruthless)
And fuck who you rock with
Call Mr. Blacc through and get to knockin' out the cockpit

[Chorus x3]

[Outro]:
Yeah, shout out to the mothafuckin' police, my baby's mama, all them punk-ass n***as on the other side, huh, bitch-ass n***as, this one's for you, you fuck with real n***as, you fuck n***a, my n***a Deal?, Spice 1, Thug World, B's out here's, bitch, Mr. Blacc, Roseville, let's go

Why they wanna fuck wit' me? [x3]