[Intro]
Razor razor
Yeah you know how we do
Cut yo' ass baby
Cut yo' ass
Aye [?]
They gon' love this shit my n***a
[?] I get it like the [?]

[Chorus: 2Eleven]
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n***a from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n***a from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
[Verse 1: 2Eleven]
I'm fillin' my blow with kush
My cup filled up with all this Patrón
Liquor corporate thug in a [?]
Busting on n***as 'cuz I'm so real true
Better bring your weapon
Burst through those 11s no competition
More murder more murder more money more problems
And I'm gonna continue gettin' this [?]
For the love of the money n***as will find you (n***as will find you)
Get [?] one look at my chain and bitch imma blind you
I'm grindin countin' up all of my dollars
[?] up on my profit deuce
Eights [?] Impala [?]
Faces all on my pocket yeah
I'm on my shit I should stack that up
Break that down just to back that up
Half pound quarter brick serve on [?]
Shit don't flip all around my plug
Inglewood [?] all my blood
Hold on bitch let my light my blunt
[?] I ball like [?]
Code young n***a and my smack turned up

[Chorus: 2Eleven]
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n***a from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n***a from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
I spend like 30 racks on my clique
I took em shopping at the gun shop
Got em all matchin 5.7's with the 30 round clips
I remember back in 99', tryna eat for 99 cents, I was on my dick
But bitch I am still putting on, invadin these n***as homes, took my n***a home from that bitch
Thuggin til my muthafuckin death day
5 star, 5 shots to the chest plate
No rest, don't flex, had to lay the boy to rest
Cuz I guess paramedics couldn't respirate
Made his death, cuz the n***a had a death to pay
Fuck 9, need my money like yesterday
One house, one stog, 2 hoes, and some workout clothes
Yea them broads about to stress the yay, Bitch
Fuck what you claimin
We corporate thug like a muthafucka
Mid to the west banging
Young 2Eleven my blood brother
Better bring your weapons, definitely bring that ammunition
Fresh out the G, it's CTE, never knew no competition
Gibbs

[Chorus: 2Eleven]
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n***a from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n***a from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n***a from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah bitch I am on my shit
Yeah bitch I am on my shit