[Crooked Eye]
Say n***a, you talkin to me?
N***a I know you ain't talkin to me n***a
Yeah I, I ain't bout that talkin n***a
I handle my business

When you see us forty deep, we bout that mess
Dressin up in all black, we bout that mess
To you n***as that yap, we bout that mess
And forever pullin strap, we bout that mess
I'm bout that mess n***a, I'm bout that mess n***a
I'm bout that mess, bout that mess, bout that mess n***a
I'm bout that mess n***a, I'm bout that mess n***a
So bring it on, bring it on, bring it on n***a

Bring it on if ya wanna, I stay ready to ride
I'm goin out like a soldier, I ain't scared to die
Secure the clips in the chopper, cock the firing pin
Grit your teeth, hold your nuts and let the war begin
Squeeze the trigger, buck em all, somebody gots to fall
I'm goin it, comin out wit it or ain't comin out at all
You better kill me, do me in, boy put me to rest
Cause if you don't that homie you stole, we about that mess

[Billy Bavgate]
Yeah I'm bout more mess then the crime up in Oakland
You fuck with me, I leave your chest open
Yeah I'm bout more mess then Joe Pesc'
I'm a Ghost Town n***a puttin one up in your flesh
I put suckas to rest, I'm from the west, I'm a soldier till my last breath
The black mafia n***as, splittin wigs like a drug dealer
Dumpin shots like Little Rock, I'm your thug n***a