(Verse 1: Drunk D)
Woke up early in the morning, breath funky
Fuck the closeup, I’ll grab the fuckin’ brass monkey
Slap my bitch on the ass so she can feel it
And tell her to put some eggs in the goddamn skillet
Call Willy and Earl at the motherfuckin crack house
All I wanna hear is good shit, I’m the boss
If Willy, Earl, tell me that they had bad luck
Well they ass better try and get the fuck up
Cause I kill every one of them suckas
Then recruit me some new mothеrfuckas
All the shit about a motherfucka trickin’
Fuck wit my money, thеre’ll be a lot of ass kickin’
How can a n***a like a fiend that’s sick?
Knowing that the bitch suck a glass dick
N***a better try to take care of his business
Cause if he dies, there won’t be a fuckin witness, n***a
I’m a motherfuckin thug and I’m slaying
So a n***a better do shit, or get caught in a plan
All this slippin’ up, fuckin up, losing the dope
His neck bout to meet the fuckin rope
I got my back against the motherfuckin wall
Lookin at my boys standing six feet tall
The shortest motherfucka in the pack
But I got the brain to make a twenty feet stack
If any one of them n***as even budge
Imma put a slug to his mug, it ain’t nothing but the thug
In my motherfuckin fucked up system
When a hoe hits the floor, I ain’t gonna miss him
Just sweep the n***a up like trash
Then prepare for the next n***a’s ass

(Verse 2: Big Mello)
I’m a motherfuckin thug and I be amping on that fry
And I’ll be that type of motherfucka till I die
But there’s no stopping the jackin while I’m in the progress
Now I’m about to buss a bitch dead in the chest
Okay, the white folks be sweatin’ me
Cause I’m very deadly, they scared of me
If they wanted water, you can’t even pour it on me
They still in fear when it time to build up my bankroll
The Mello still on eighty fo
Huh, I catch a bitch by the neck and try to break it
Give me the bank, you dirty bitch, imma take it
Huh, me and the motherfuckin Drunk be envy
Hot shot, it’s the Ghetto MC and we’ll
Ready to blast, as we get away
Any punk motherfucka, that gets in the way
Boy, None and Bad News will bust that ass, bitch
A low down tender brother with the pistol grip
Now, Mello is the n***a doing damage to the dome
You rather run through Hell with gasoline drawers on
Huh than to fuck wit the Mello, now get out my mud
Huh, I’ll forever be a thug


(Verse 3: Ghetto MC)
The way we kill motherfuckas in the Nickel, fool
We don’t drive-by, we ride-by, blasting from a bicycle
Laws on my ass for the shit I did
I ??? my word for losing the youngest grandkids
But that shit won’t happen, I’m too street smart
The cold blood of a thug is pumping through my fuckin heart
The other day, I robbed the liquor store
This shit got out of hand, so I had to cap a hoe
But that ain’t shit, Ghetto, do what I gotta do
Before I left, I had to grab me a brew
Reach in the freezer to grab the 4-0
That’s when I spotted a punk peeking through the front door
He tried to run, I shot him in the leg
Now like a bitch on his hands and knees, he begged
“Please don’t kill me! I’m a innocent bystander!”
“Bitch shut the fuck up, with that propaganda!”
Place a slug in his head, took a swig of my beer
Collected my cash, a n***a’s outta here
Headed straight to Brewster Park, so I can pump some drugs
The average day in the life of a motherfuckin thug

(Verse 4: Bar-None)
I got a pocket full of dope tryna make some cash
Gonna start about now, so I can sell out fast
I watch my own back, cause I’m always strapped
If a dope fiend try to rob me (Bar-None, bust a cap!)
I don’t need a Cadillac to show that I’m banking hard
Got money in my pocket (Fuck a credit card!)
Some punks with them Lacs think they so damn hype
I can chill and make thousands on a goddamn bike
Not tryna put them down cause their Lacs are clean
Fuck four wheels, I roll on two and still make the green
Yeah, I’m the kingpin in the world of drugs
And you wanna know why? Cause I’m a motherfuckin thug


(Man talking down on Too Much Trouble)
Y’all hook ass n***as think y’all hard and shit. Been around snatching purses and robbin motherfuckas. Y’all ain’t about shit, ain’t never going be shit, and ain’t gonna do shit. And why the fuck they call y’all Too Much Trouble anyway?
(Gunshots, man groaning)

(Drunk D)
Yo, Ghetto, piss on his dead ass

(Pants unzip, urinating on the dead body)
















(Hook: Chuck D)
Fugitive on the run

(Interlude: Lil J & TMT)
It’s a new thang (Yeah)
TMT is the name (Yeah)
Yo, bring that shit, D from the motherfuckin Nickel

(Verse: Drunk D)
Damn straight, I’m from the Nickel, yeah I’m cool with the bums
Young crazy motherfucka, attitude real dumb
Short second off my ass, I’m getting crazy looks
And don’t regret one fuckin’ second about the lives I took
I did the shit because I love the trigger play
Who gives a fuck? They asses gonna die anyway
So fuck a aggravated, I’m always mad
I got problems, you can solve them, so kiss my ass
Time to get paid, I’m loading up the fuckin ammo
This is a real motherfucka, fuckin off the grand folks
And when I’m about running out of bullets and shit
You damn right, I got a clip sitting right next to my dick, trick
Marching down the street like I’m ready for war
I never take care of my business in a goddamn car
I’m creeping like, yeah, I’m finna rob the hotel
See, life’s a chill, I’m sweating like hell
The motherfuckas spaz, time to finish my task
Grab the ass of the gun and broke the goddamn glass
Freeze motherfucka and don’t ya make a move
Don’t say jack shit unless I tell yo ass to
Open the safe and hurry up and get with it
She looked at me crazy and said, “Ain’t no money in it”
That’s bullshit! Imma ask ya one more time
Don’t make me unhappy, yo life’s on the line
Open the safe! (But ain’t no money in it!)
*fired shots*
Stupid ass bitch should’ve did it!
Broke out quick, knew damn well I wasn’t clean
Had my nuts to my dick plus an Uzi machine
But I be damned if I ditch my shit
I’ll bar none police son of bitch
If the pigs catch up with me, we can shoot, I don’t care
I’ll be damned to get killed by an electric chair
Guess I never stop killing motherfuckas for fun
So now Drunk D is a fugitive on the run


(Hook x2)

(Interlude: Lil J & TMT )
Yeah Ghetto is his name (Mmmhmm)
Pimping hoes is his game (Mmmhmm)
You know them penitentiary boys just couldn’t hold him

(Verse: Ghetto MC)
I’m X Rated like a porno flick
Escape from the pen, a black smart convict
Who is aggravated, I wonder if I can get even
You think I worship the devil cause I’m scheming like a demon?
Coming like a ninja, taking life real swift
Murder one is a hobby and I’m fuckin hip
I escaped from jail, ready to raise some hell
I need a bill 50 to get some wholesale
I went to rob a store for some ass quick cash
Ducked into my car and threw on the hockey mask
Went into the store with my goddamn weapon
Bust a cap in the clerk, cause the bitch was half steppin’
I took all their money, what is done is done
Now the Ghetto MC is a fugitive on the run

(Hook x2)

(Interlude: Lil J & TMT)
We all know size ain’t shit (Yeah!)
But dwarfs spray real quick (Yeah!)
The lil white boy? This motherfucka takes no shit

(Verse: Bar None)
Hooked up with TMT and I’m loading my gun
I’m the crazy motherfucka that they call Bar None
Standing four foot three, yeah I’m easy to spot
And while you’re cappin’, so is a goddamn cop
Now let me hear yo ass high cap some more
(Oh, midget motherfucka—)
*fired shots*
Man, fuck you hoe!
Now you know I’m trigger happy with my gun
Bar None’s a fuckin’ fugitive on the run

(Interlude: Lil J & TMT)
Can I take you a lil further? (Hell, yeah!)
Here’s one bad motherfucka (Ah, shit!)
Now imma give a lil taste of my n***a
Mr. Scarface

(Verse: Scarface)
I’m back on the motherfuckin run, being hunted
Top ten, lining up in Harris County’s most wanted
??? viewing motherfuckas on a night line
Scarface fucked up shit for a lifetime
Babies were suffocated, n***as getting buried
Didn’t matter who I brought it to, cause shit didn’t scare me
I had to get mine, didn’t really matter how I got it
Packed the motherfuckin .357 and I shot it
You say kill him, I say kill him, leaving motherfuckas broke
Like Jason, splitting heads like a motherfuckin cantaloupe
Grabbing and stabbing, word them up I have to have it
I’m a motherfuckin savage and now I’m running like a rabbit
I live my life by the gun
And Mr. Scarface is a fugitive on the run
Ah hahaha, hahahaha!
Fool!

(Hook x4)