[Intro]
Yeah
Two guns up, motherfucker
Uh huh
Yeah
N***as runnin' around yappin' with dicks in they mouth
My n***as
Shit is serious – L-O-X
Couldn't even put 3 n***as together and come up with this combination
(Faggot) Shit is fo' real
Yo

[Verse 1: Styles P]
I pack a 4 5, puff a blunt and get high
Don't give a fuck if I die, 'cause my son is alive
I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise
Could've died ten times – that made me live
Sell my soul? Not for no cars and gold
I been through it, 'cause my scars is old
Remember the time, I used to puff dimes
And think Allah was cold
Back then, when my mom played my father's role
Now I'm a man, runnin' with a gun in the vest
It feel good with my son on my chest
I wanna quit, but I'm one of the best
Fuck around, I might run to the West
Lay low and get blunted to death
N***as is wack – I can't say it plainer than that
Dawg, you shine in the front, but it rain in the back
Fuck the middle – 'cause the middle do a lot and a little
Stuck in between, but y'all n***as won't see the riddle
Settle for less – a General, but don't medal my chest
Die for my n***as nevertheless
Can't find a n***a better than S, 'Kiss, and the Louch'
Every man a head of the group, with bread in the coupe
Y'all n***as want the red in my boots, hole in my shirt
Twist a n***a wig and leave me dead in the dirt
I see the Rollie not move, but the shit still work
Motherfucker, that'll make you a jerk – cocksucker
[Chorus]
Aiyyo, what y'all gon' do now?
Y'all fucked up now
N***as
How deep is your crew now?
Y'all fucked up now
Don't make us heat you down (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Y'all fucked up now (This ain't no fuckin' joke, n***as is hungry)
We the nicest n***as around (Fuck is wrong?!)
Y'all fucked up now (Yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo)

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
I pay off blue suits that's sucio
And I put drugs in my girl coochie hole
A bad bitch that kill, so when you put the dogs on her, you smell Massengill
Summer's Eve, puttin drugs in coffee, hip to the D's
I play smarter, that's why my flights now be charter
Ten seater, what you know about a Porsche at a meter?
Next to cuchifritos – tickets? Keep those
And you can mail to my postbox down in Melrose
I ain't the n***a that you see posted on cop walls
I'm that, 18 and up mamis on my balls
Y'all can't figure the great one, Sheek be Jason
Not cops, but that legendary n***a my Pops
I bust shots like bums at a bar, but far from a lush
Everything about this cat be plush
And I'm quick to do dirt since I'm through your shirt – like nothing
Lift a arm, I hit those under your wing
Yo, why you following this cat?
Hey, he about to get pushed back
You could poke your chest out in the street – that's cool
But in the bing, this fool–was like Louis Rich meat
We don't run from y'all, we scatter for guns on y'all
What you know about two 380's inside a basketball?
And when it's beef, store owners slide us burners with Coronas
We the best that ever did it – if you need us, telephone us
What the fuck, n***a?!
[Chorus]
Aiyyo, what y'all gon' do now?
Y'all fucked up now
N***as
How deep is your crew now?
Y'all fucked up now
Don't make us heat you down (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Y'all fucked up now (This ain't no fuckin' joke, n***as is hungry)
We the nicest n***as around (Fuck is wrong?!)
Y'all fucked up now (Yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo)

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Yo, a n***a wanna go to war with Kiss?
Find him a ditch
Old school n***as tell me, I remind 'em of Rich
'Cause I take the kids shopping and send 'em on bus trips
Hoppin' out a rough 6, with sweats and scuffed kicks
I supply all the dealers and tell 'em to stuff nicks
I done signed every autograph and took every flick
I'm quite sure that I coulda hit very chick
But I didn't; ones that I did, gave 'em heavy dick – all day
The LOX flow hotter than Broadway
Election time, try'na cop blow in the hallway
And there ain't enough plates for y'all to eat with me
Stingy n***a, but I share my slugs equally
I put half where your waist at, and half where your face at
Yo, we in from a new spot, let somebody taste that
From the street, rap is only one of my plans
I got Dirty South n***as payin' a hundred a gram
And I could care less how much you shipped the Scan
However you get it, you supposed to hit your man
But we don't hold the grudges, we control the budgets
And do whatever the fuck we wanna do, n***a – fuck it
[Chorus]
Aiyyo, what y'all gon' do now?
Y'all fucked up now
N***as
How deep is your crew now?
Y'all fucked up now
Don't make us heat you down (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Y'all fucked up now (This ain't no fuckin' joke, n***as is hungry)
We the nicest n***as around (Fuck is wrong?!)
Y'all fucked up now (Yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo)