[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Sheek Louch, (Uh huh)
Styles P (The Ghost, what up?)
J Hood
Lox, are you ready? (Yea)
Let's go

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
I make n***as hang up and I ain't talkin' the phone (Uh huh)
Watch n***as get sprayed, I ain't talkin' cologne
I don' fed the dogs food, I ain't talkin' the bone (Yea)
When the hammer's out, duck behind cars (Duck n***a)
Hawks too, y'all don't really want those facial scars (Uh uh)
Motherfuckers get the nine to the head, left dead (Yea)
Vultures all around you like I fed them bread (Woo)
If the hammer don't work, yeah, there's a shotti (No doubt)
N***a I go fishin' with the worms that come out your body (Ohh)
Look at my face, you see? I don't care about dying (No Dying)
And I only laugh to stop from crying (For real)
Walk With Me, D-Block, 3-5-4 (3-5-4)
Only rappers that's ready for war (No Doubt)
Keep some shit in the drawer (Whaddd up)
Other guns I gotta put on the floor
They too big
Start a hair salon what I could do to the wig (Uh)
I'm about done
Hood pass me my gun
Y'all n***as is straight corny (Yea)
Plus pussy (Yea) and I'm startin' to feel horny (Yea)
Wha (Come on), ayo Hood pass the motherfuckin' (Uh) bottle to (Yo) me, son
[Verse 2: J Hood]
Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo, yo (Let's go) when you talkin' 'bout the best, you better mention my name
It's J Hood, D-Block, we takin' over the game (D-Block)
We got stripes in the streets, y'all bitch n***as is new to this
The Winchester'll turn your bladder into tuna fish
My n***as don' touched more cracks than a sidewalk
Talk and get your cerebellum left on the sidewalk
I'm tryna be a don (Bow down n***a)
So I can cop all of my n***as chains with two hundred carats and a charm (Yea)
A palace for my mom's (Uh huh)
I'm spittin' for all them juvies locked up and every single ex-con (Uh huh)
We aiming for the top, y'all at the bottom of the list
Front if you want and get hit with the bottom of the clip
I ain't gotta floss or sag my pants to be real
I do it cause they be fallin cause I be toting the steel
I'll open your grill, fiends get chills from the krills
I'm tryna stack, survive and stash some mills
My n***as'll kill, won't give a fuck who cry ([?])
I do a driveby and won't give a fuck who die
N***a it's Hood (Uh)
Stash coke under the hood
Pop you in your head and leave yo ass under your hood (J Hood)
Motherfucker (D-Block)

[Interlude: Styles P]
*Door slams*
Hold the fuck up, it's D-Block (Hold up, man, I got shit to address) n***a what up?
Y'all faggots wanna mention my name? (Hold up Louch)
I'm in your ass!
I ain't with this pussy shit ([?])
Runnin' back and forth, doin' all this
You wanna see me, see me on the streets! (These faggots is talkin' too much)
But since you mention the boy
I'm in your ass, n***a ([?])
I'ma shit on you one time (Let me get on this please)
Other than that you can call me up and meet me up, whatever dog (Pardon self)
What up?
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Holiday's gettin' on it (What up n***a)
Fuck Beanie Sigel (You heard me)
N***a you could suck my dick with the shit on it ([?])
Mack put a lid on it
Fuck with me, I'll kill ya whole fuckin' family
You can put your kid on it (That's right n***a)
Free you a bitch too (You a bitch n***a)
Wanna rhyme with your man? Talk greasy n***a, you gettin' hit too (Faggot!)
We can make the bullshit stop (We don't gotta make no more songs)
Fuck a song, meet in the street and we can let a full clip pop (Assholes)
Tell your band to ride with you
It's Holiday Styles (Dickheads), you know how I do, your man could die wit'chu (He could die too)
Make New York jumpin' like when Jeter get off (Ha haaaa)
How the fuck y'all the Roc when your leader is soft? (You answer me that)
How the fuck you The Truth? (Answer me that too)
Dickhead, when it's me you wanna be like (Tell the truth) when you get in the booth (Look in the mirror)
I don't feel ya'll n***as (I sure don't)
Hit me on the cell phone, meet me in the street and I kill y'all n***as (I'll murder you!)
Y'all can't be serious (Ha haaa)
Y'all just rappin' it (Rappers)
I lay n***as down point blank period ([?])
Holiday's callin' ya bitch
You gon' make me catch my fourth case hoping that none of (Nobody snitch, it's all good) y'all snitch to me
All y'all trash (Bitch) and all y'all ass (Uh huh) and it
Must be the syrup that got all y'all gassed (Fuckin' drug heads)
Don't you ever talk of killin' me, word to Allah (Don't ever speak of killin' me)
I squeeze the burner in your face, 'till it turn into tar, what!
You bitch n***a
[Outro: Styles P]
Fuck's up, n***a?
(Excuse me y'all, had somethin' on my chest I had to get off)
I pray too n***a (Pardon self)
You better pray more than me though motherfucker, (This is, um, you know) fuckin' with me
(N***a I just wanna see you alone, n***a, me and you)
I'm tryna keep it peace and love but y'all n***as is gettin' out of character (I don't want nobody else that had nuttin' to do with it)
It must be the fucking drugs
Smoke weed n***a (What's goin' on?)
Drink...Liquor n***a (You go to war?)
That shit you doin' is out of character (Right) for you, dog
You fuckin' with the wrong man (You fuck with the wrong man, man)
Never again do I wanna make a song about you (I ain't with this shit, man)
I look you in your eye, daddy (I want face to face, chest)
I'll stab you in your fuckin' heart, dick (Cause your fuckin' face is gon' be on my chest perfectly slump n***a)
Matter fact I ain't with that shit, dog, see me personally
And we handle it (Ha ha ha)
Me and you, face to face, daddy
No teams, nobody there, no police, no witnesses, no cases, none of that (You a killer)
You a man of your word, you a strong man and all that
Let's do it personally
Mano-a-mano
Dickhead
Don't ever speak my name, faggot (Supa Mario!)
None of my man's or none of that (Fat n***as gotta eat too, baby!)
We don't play, we live this shit
D-BLOCK!
Ha ha
Ayo Liveson, turn that shit off, n***a