First Verse [Kilo-G]:

Now if I step up on you with two nine millimeters
N***a you best to up and feel the heat from my niener
Or you gone be the, next unsolved murder case
No damned description n***a cuz only you saw my face
But it's far too late for snitch and flatline time
Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline time BITCH
Optimals and fried pita and shit
Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split
I roll with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas
And in our midst is this thug ass n***a tryin' to get bigger
]From quarters to keys I be runnin' in and out
Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the Tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where n***as can't trust they own crew
But I got doggs worldwide I thought you knew

Second Verse [Lil' Ya]:

I wanna take a trip to Cuba and parle' in the bay
Play with the bitches in Havana and come back with the yay
Front all my n***as nothin' left but QB's
Sit back like a fat cat and count nothin' but G's
The first mill that I make-uh, buy alot of acres
Plant all my weed, n***a what'cha need?
Can you picture just predict how to stunt a lick
I done drove to Hammon and came back with some shit
Call it yayo, and the other shit just call it brown
Some fools lay it down, then act a clown
Call me Sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes
You want an ounce? Gimme your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bricks bigger than you ever saw
I even got flip a dime for them rock stars
I'm the richest, infamous, and they can feel this
Commander of them soljas out the Melph, Lio, and Nolia
You can't stop us, fuck them choppers
We got grenades, drop one then our work will be done
Now we done handled that, let's get some herb out the Mac
And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody else to jack
Third Verse [B.G.]:

N***as in trouble cuz the B.G. behind the trigger
Stompin' like a savage I split yo muthafuckin' cabbage
It's a habit to grab it, when I see it I gotta get it
Don't deny me n***a or your wig I'm gone have to split it
My name ring a bell, cuz I'm as real as they come
I'm young and I act a donkey, Uptown is where I'm from
I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I spit arrows like cupid
But mine ain't comin' out barrels or that dope, n***a I get stupid
I get upset, I leave a n***a wet
I left two bodies on Macnester that them people ain't found yet
If you beefin' with me, say your prayers
I been in gangsta shit four years
Huntin' n***as down like reindeers
Oh Lord I got my muthafuckin' hands on a cannon
So I'ma open a n***a up like the Grand Canyon
N***as amazed, I hit the block with A.K's
I spray, get out the block or get grazed, muthafucka
You got the yay? I gots to have it, give it up n***a
You play the role like you so hard and you get plucked n***a
I got a K, but with two Q.P.'s, I'm goin' in
Through the front door on Clarence go through the back with the Mack 10
Lay it down, hand it over
I told ya, don't be stingy n***a or death is gettin' closer
Baby Gangsta comin' for a bitch
Uptown's the shit, B.C. two two six is the clique!
V.L. n***a, Philip & Clara, is where you can find us
Eatin' that raw A.P., with two stolen pathfinders
Fourth Verse [Tec-9]:

I move much Boyd to increase the leave
You bitches can't fuck with me
Cuz I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious
Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' behind no one
Scored five birds fronted two, kept three for myself
Lookin' out for my n***as on the ramp and the Melph
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out with the bigger n***as
Sittin' on corners, pullin' triggers
Now who's next to catch this reckless n***a out of order?
Lookin' for my next way to come up
N***a don't run up, you see how fast I throw my fuckin' gun up
For the fun of it, cuz I'm lovin' this game
That brings me money and power, I'm never leavin' the game
Gimme a reason, my attitude changes like a season
I'm slowly, but surely slowin' up for Southern reasons
The heat is comin', it's comin' to get'cha
I catch'cha slippin' in my hood somebody's gonna wet'cha
Hold up, that three is only bout that paper
If you got it better hide it cuz we bout some capers
I take a ride straight Philip & Clara
See nothin' but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros
And I be fuckin' with the Rico Suave
Now why they, wanna playa hate on me?
Cuz I'm nothin' but a G
Wingkit hits and rims
The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by
Sound and A/C now maybe I'll scoop you up
You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up
Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up
You dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver
Fifth Verse [Ms. Tee]

I don't want no drug dealers out there gettin' robbed and killed
I want n***as and n***as and n***as to be real
I got a shop, and we stay in good health
So n***a keep your business to your fuckin' self
Fuck a dopeman's bit, fuck that dumb shit
I'm not droppin' off of regals and I'm sure not high off dope
So keep that shit from round my child
If somethin' happen to her, I'ma have to go buck wild
And I'm gonna go crazy
Because this n***a gone have us pushin' up daisies
So n***a keep it fuckin' real
That's why half of you muthafuckas always gettin' killed
All you care about is your Kilo's and your hoes
And what a bomb I'm gonna drop on them kilos
Ain't that a trip? And don't be sellin' n***a, and ain't hittin' on shit
That's why I got your ass in insurance bitch

Sixth Verse [Yella]:

I pulls up in my newly
Painted Blue 'nee
Completely out of my own mind
Determined, to be a legend in my own time
And that's why, you gots to watch the drive-by
My trigga finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body
I'm here to make you bleed indeed
Eyes closed, so I flee to my destiny
Collectin' cheese on his head which is twenty G's
See, I takes have and invests in some coke
I flip the sack just twice, hit the money then I go and choke
I'm on a come up, still comin' as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin'
N***as down with that frontin'
Or that's the look, of the crooked gangsta on the block
I won't stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe ass n***as vanish
If the snaps are over your scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage
Like J.Y.D., I'll thump ya, bust your rump
I'm comin' twerkin' with the fat fully automatic
Dont' panic when it's time for you to hit the canvas
The fellas back bringin' the blues to you fools
I call a shot, then I plot n***a got dropped
I chop'em dead and make em dead white folks
Like C-Loc, I will, split yo ass up for real
Upsettin' your nerves, makin' sure your ass never rests
Watch them clockers bitch I'm due at any given time
I'm a dog behind the fetty, so somebody's dyin'
Family's cryin', I don't give a fuck
Cuz have a conscience
Dump your body between Homer and Hammon
Just to confuse the crime lab as if it were a game of backgammon
Yeah, I'll come and stomp ya if the price is right
So won't you come on down?
And meet this clown with over a hundred rounds
It's horror son, make ya lose more blood than Jim Mora lost period