[Hook: Julius Luciano]
Homie, we in them trenches
Solider, we in them trenches
Packin' .45s, long coats, we call them trenches
Homie we in them trenches
I told you we in them trenches
We grimy goons, ghouls, goblins, grinches, no Christmas
We got our hands on the Macs
If you ready for war, we ready for that
You n***as put on a show, you rappers put on a act
Since you put on a show, we ready to clap
We in them trenches

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
Yo, just to make ends meet, I gotta punch a fuckin' clock
Like I'm fightin' time, n***a it's fightin' time
I'm ready to punch a fuckin' cop
I'm a bomb, tick-fuckin'-tock
I'mma pipe your mom, when will this motherfucker stop?
N-E-V-E-R, I'm the heir, n***as need CPR
I'm a Blu-Ray disc, n***as is VCRs
Meanin' you can't play me, nah, I'm ridin' with my army
Call us an army of one, I am them and they are me
Homie, I'm Mufasa, y'all just guides on a safari
When I push a king to the edge, but no lyin', you can't scar me
I got nothin' in common with those who never did suffer
Toughs get goin' when the goin' gets tough and the goin's never been tougher
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Demetrius Capone]
I'mma rap until I'm 50, get rich or die tryin'
I'mma rap until I'm 50, n***a I'm not lyin'
I live where them shots flyin' and cop sirens are back to come and get me
But it's Debo, I'm back to run the city yeah
Somebody tell Ben Affleck this is our town and it's our go
I got a gang of different lines. Why? That's the bar code
Livin' in the trenches tryin' to get a bitch that's rich as Harpo
Hell is that shit? Spell it backwards, y'all know
I gotta get these bucks cuz I'm on this bus n***a
Crips call it the suss, I'm rockin' Chucks with the cuff flipped up
You touch figures? Put that on your retarded momma
I stab you with my keys and turn it, I'm startin' drama

[Hook]