(Misdemeanor)

Full pack, P-N-C and we back
Forever

(Partners-N-Crime):
When I bang, I bang, it ain't nothin' but a thing
We can swing, let's swing, I'm a man I can hang
Don't get buck, get stuck
Walk that ass like a duck
Now you fucked, what's up?
That's the player haters luck

Chorus (Partners-N-Crime):

Don't try to knock or jock, we bring the funk like a fart
You get popped and dropped, by these 17 shots

(Misdemeanor):
How you gone like me and hate me? Playa haters playa fake it
This game is shaky too many n***as be hatin'
That's how it is ya dig?
Cross me wrong lose your wig
Kidnap your kids, that's how it is in this bitch
If you fake, you fake
Real n***as don't play, we know where you stay
We bring the funk with a K
We'll tear down you clown
It's them boys from that town
We don't joke around, you hear them sounds from that round
We don't fake the funk, we got the K bullets pumped
When we lock the trunk, be stankin' shit like a skunk

Chorus (2x)

(Misdemeanor):
Thinkin' you can soar like eagles but you ain't nothin' but some pigeons
It's busta n***as like you hurtin' n***as with indecision
We know, you hatin' n***as can't STAND US
Because you know no other group can HANDLE US
I keep a four five cocked when I'm bustin' at'cha block
Non-stop and had your fuckin' head to get dropped
My advesaries be gettin' sent to mortuaries and cemetaries
Get filled with n***as that I, had to bury
It's scary livin' the street life, not thuggin'
N***a's think in my heart is fuckin' really it wasn't
Four five bustin'
N***as buckin' shouldn't been playin' with my Mama's baby
They pushed me to the ledge, and now they got me goin' crazy

Chorus

(Kangol Slim):
We got a Glock it's cocked, bustas run you get chopped
We disperse the shots to leave your whole body hot
See that nine milli, will split your shit like a phillie
Bullets, burn really, so don't be silly
If you tags the back, you split the shit like the fats
We retracts the macs, crime lab got the rest
If you do it, you do it
Real n***as true to it
That's why we do it, cuz real n***as pursue it
If you real you real, fake n***as play deal
And fall down the hill, banana clips, brains spill
We on that illy ill, sportin' straight from the Iberville
Big deals make meals, if n***as war we bustin' grills

Chorus (6x)