[Intro (Lil' Za)]
Ehh, ehhhhh, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
It's Lil' Za up in here
Finna wreck the mic once again
Come on man
Come on
I'm finna wreck again

[Verse 1 (Lil' Za)]
Uh, I started writing these rhymes since I was 8
So playa don't hate I'm coming haaaard at the gate
It's summertime and I'm wanting dollar bill
Man I got candy paint on my Power Wheel
Girls wanna holla, so they start to follow
Jordans on my feet, platinum FUBU on my collar
School is finally out, so now it's time to ball
5th grade girls tryna give me phone calls
Went to KB Toys and bought a platinum basketball
Wreck the mic when I go to Suave's for a show
Don't believe me? Listen to my song with Big Moe
Yeah it's on my side every day every time
Look at my wrist, at my chain don't it shine?
B.O.C. who we be runnin' the industry
Lil' Za runnin' things y'all can't mess with me, huh
[Verse 2 (Lil' Sho)]
I swung through Tyler, Texas, with the Nico
In my slab I got more wood than Home Depot
Lil' Sho never fails I'm on the CD in sales
I bought the 'lac lookin' sharper than Freddy Kruger nails
Broads wanna trap me, cappers makin' fun of me
Then they come and knock on my door like Three's Company
Representin' Houston, Texas and my set is Acres Home
On my FUBU Fat Albert with a jersey on
Hoes like to see me smile cuz the Calvin Harris ball
I done played Spin The Bottle with Destiny's Child
I'm skinny right now thinkin' 'bout gettin' swole
My rims got more height than my new Bose
Dirty 3rd and B.O.C. break the mic deliberately
Crank my beat up in New York and broke the Statue of Liberty
Stepped on the scene, looking very spectacular
If you don't like the Sho kiss my gluteus maximus, man


[Verse 3 (Big Moe)]
Puff, puff, pound, pass me the weed
Let me smoke a smoker 'til my innards would bleed
I'ma smoke, smoke, I be smoking now
Big killa coming down I'm choking now
On the killa, that's what I smoke up in my lungs
Ho keeping her sprung, ho got a throwed tongue
It's Big Moe, M-O-E
I'ma represent 'til I, D-I-E
I'm a, playa-made bald fade roll choppers
And you know this boy breaking 'em off proper I don't stopper
Do the gangsta limp, I'm the gangsta pimp
At my crib, I'm luh-looking throwed eating on shrimp
I'm eating the lobster, plate I squash her
Hittin' the boule' rolling top down you know I'm possible
I'm a G, M-O-E's gonna 1-2-3 I'm throwed on choppers
Hittin' the boulevard southsiding down and you know I'm rolling down boppers
Rolling down swang, swang
My nuuuuts hang
I ain't scared to flap and I'ma flow and I can sang
I'ma let you know that M-O-E now
All about my fetti that'll be my cheese now
I'm a, fetti chaser
Hater eliminator
Boss rock skater
MoYo I never been a hater
I'm a G, until I D-I-E
I'm putting it down [?] screw you my n***a [?]
I'ma motorolla southside chaser
Big daddy facer
Man [?} you know I'm a G
M-O-E, you know I'm throwed now
Man what it do man
What it do