[Hook x2: Murder Mike]
This is for the homies and the home girls
This is for the ballers with the Jheri curls
This is for the hoes wit' dookie braids
This is for the n***as with the fly-ass fingerwaves

[Verse 1: Murder Mike]
Murder Mike
On the mic
And I rap
Hella tight
And I'm up all night
Slanging rocks through a height
In a Nissan truck
And I got
Hella bump with a light skin freak
And you know I'm bout the [?]

[Verse 2: Du-Rag]
Mad-ass motherfuckin' Du-Rag, nikkuh
Bad-ass [?] hood rat n***a Du-Rag
I'm in the hood at the dope spot
And the n***a cookin' rocks like a pork chop

[Verse 3: Murder Mike]
Murder Mike
Roll [?]
With an old english brew
When I slap a motherfucka'
And his grandmama too
We cook rocks and sell'em like hot cakes
Gas get turned off cook'em on hot plates
[Verse 4: Du-Rag]
Got the gat on my face
And the [?] wit' [?]
And I keep all the dope
At my grandmama place
N***a talk shit
Suck'em [?] up
Just to show his punk ass
What that Du-Rag's 'bout
Nigguh

[Hook x2: Du-Rag]

[Verse 5: Murder Mike and (Du-Rag)]
I'm a cold world hustla
Gangsta to the core
Kill a n***a tryna' cut in line
At the store
Smoke his ass right
[?]
Just to show your motherfucka
Not to disrespect mine

(They used to call me double-up
Homie get ya hustle up)
Now n***as shoot
Cuz they too scared to knuckle up
But I got a couple of
Fully auto-fire ones
Teflon [?]
Here, n***a, try it on

[Hook x2: Murder Mike]
[Hook: Murder Mike and Du-Rag]