Verse 1: (Havoc)

41st side n***a, them thirsty side n***as
Number one pick, gutter litter, leavin' 'em bitter
How the fuck a n***a figure he can come through this?
With no worry at all and ice on his wrist
Plottin' to get it, poppn' them slugs
One in the mug, leave 'em in the morgue, keepin' it gangsta? we keepin'
It thug
Makin' albums, washin' that dough made from narcotics
You know the mob brolic, gats we got it
Like a bitch on her period, don't even wanna see you
Unless you got what I need, and we sure not peoples
Only n***as that I fuck wit' could hold what I bust wit'
A one minute n***a, hit 'em like when I nut quick
Got a bad ass bitch that'll fuck your clique
Ass so fat, make the illest n***a dry snitch
It's time to stretch on these cats cause my dogs is restless
The number one sinner mothafucka, repent this

Chorus -

Fuckin' wit' us will leave you in a cardboard box
Fuckin' wit' us will leave you leakin', callin' the cops
With nothin' to bust? we'll leave you in a fucked up spot
And you don't even wanna be that n***a claimin' a spot
(repeat)