[Intro: Blac Youngsta]
I was raised on the 6
Keep actin' like I'm retarded, pussy n***a, you know what I'm sayin'
Keep actin' like I ain't, like we ain't been shoot that motherfuckin' fire, n***a
You know what I'm sayin', every n***a that played with me died, pussy

[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta]
Gang, gang, gang, big stepper, you can't do no show in my city
Yeah, yeah, rich get pussy, you know we gon' shoot them Glocks, [?] off them shots and we catch 'em
I'm brought up on murder shit, that murder shit my profession (Gang, gang)
I try keepin' that shit professional but them n***as test me (Okay)
That lil promo' run you doin' on me, get you left in the desert (Promo)
I know Blood gon' shoot that fire 'cause he retardеd, he special (Brrat)
I know Cuz gon' take somе out for me quick, why he a professional? (Facts)
Last n***a shot at me, that shit didn't go successful
Free my Charles partner, he got caught up with a dirty case
I'm the Godfather, know them bloods gon' move whenever I say
Pussy n***a, I'ma stand all over your shit with this dirty drink (Brrt)
You know I know where your mamy stay, and where your brother stay (Bitch)
I buy guns up out the store and shoot on my opps every day (Brrt)
I don't tolerate no pistol play, boy, you'll get shot in the face (Whew, woo)
I just dodged my case, murder on my, murder on my, murder on my mind
Been whackin' n***as in the city 'fore I whackin' n***as outtq town
I can't keep up with your bodies, you in lost and found (Found)
I can't keep up with that pussy, she in lost and found (Found)
You found it yet?
[Chorus: Blac Youngsta & 42 Dugg]
He say, can't give a fuck 'bout what they say (Gang, gang)
Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (Hrrrt)
Green light, shoot that bitch while he on red (Bow)
BSI, he a rat, that's what I read (Gang, gang)
First degree, you know all my opps, they dead (Gang)
If they not, swear to God they gon' be dead
I swear to God, what you finna do? (Watch this)

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Go 'head and leave some, bitch, just blow me down
If you around, she probably need some, bitch, I ain't trippin on no label, bitch
I'm doin' fiend numbers, and I got that green comin' everywhere like hotspot
Shoot a n***a dead in his shit, don’t do no drive by
Top five, dead or alive-live, free Skeet
N***as bang, but they don't slang, I'm yellin', "Free Meech"
Dive in her, knee deep, yeah, n***a, big 4's
I was probably out here slangin' while you was gettin' phones
Got the head, sent her home, bitch, you with the gang now
I don't care who at the show, still got my chain out
Let’s hit the road, the same route, 75, Main South
Sell the lines, two-fifty (Red), what you need?

[Verse 3: Blac Youngsta]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Still on that murder shit (Gang, gang)
Depending how good the vibe is, I might murder shit (Pew, pew)
I see the opps, I turn this clean stick to a dirty stick (Hrrt)
You run up on me, I shoot you down, don't give a fuck who you is (No)
Young n***a, he pullin' up in this dump truck and shooting sticks
My chopper got a cooler kit, I'm on that shooter shit
Went against the gang, you got hit up, you thought you was slick (Faw)
I'm on that cut throat, South Memphis shit, that shit get you killed (Hrr)
How could your posse go 'gainst me when I taught you off the rip?
I know three n***as thats beneath me thats reachin' for my chips
My cousin died, my n***a died, so I can't slip (So I can't slip)
I told my bitch 'fore she go to bed, put on that silk (Put on that silk)
Can't buy your dope from me in person, I'm gon' ship (I'm gon' ship)
You know this Glock on my hip come with hollow tips (Brrt)
Even though I sip, the doctors told me "Do not sip," but I still sip
I bet you this chopper make you flip, you gon' still slip (Gang, gang, gang)
Before I met T-Cannon, he was crip, and he still crip
I bust down my AP just like Tip, its a field trip (Fuck Youngsta)
[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
He say, can't give a fuck 'bout what they say
Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (Hrrrt)
Green light, shoot that bitch while he on red (Bow)
PSI, he a rat, thats what I read (Gang, gang)
First degree, you know all my opps, they dead (Gang)
If they not, swear to God they gon' be dead
I swear to God