[Intro]
Yeah, man
It's your nig youg Hus, man
Know how they fuck with my n***as in Santia Rosa
Khatati
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Husalah]
Yo, this is beast music for psychos and skitsy n***as
Sixty n***as apart of one mob really killas
26's, n***a, yes, yes
Husalah kick it with ya if ya spend racks, bitch and leave six to give him
That mean the bitches hit him, backstreet crack the strippin'
Crispy macs is rippin', n***as be savin' with him
Save him for last and hit him. kill him
Pump molasses in him
Wrap the plastic, tuck the caskets with him
Real smooth like snitches that ask who did em
That's where you clap, pimp, don't even slap the n***a
Fuck talkin', don't even ask the n***a
Come get me, I got chops and maskers with us
Fuck with it man, yes, I'm just a classic n***a
In the classic Caprice, n***as is plast' to me
I come through using the bathroom, I pee
I S-H-I-T, shit on suckas
Dump clips on suckas
Get rich like Tito
Knock a bitch like Husalah
Whippin' perrico in the GS Regal
Sold it to my people
For cheap yo, skeet skirt, beep, beep, bam, bam two

[Hook: Husalah]
Caution, warning
Man with rallo, runnin' around the town poppin' n***as like Grand Theft Auto
Man, somebody got chopped, somebody got shot
Somebody got shot, some body got popped
Somebody got popped
Bitch! caution warning, young man with rallo
Ridin' around town poppin' n***as like Grand Theft Auto
Oh shit! somebody got pop, somebody got shot
Somebody got shot, somebody got shot, some body got pop!

[Verse 2: Husalah]
You heard that old school song they call Computer Love
N***as on some brand new shit, n***as is computer thugs
Takin' pictures with chops, n***as new the guns
What the fuck you n***as know what I do to you with guns
Blow ya face off the side of ya face
Ridin' on twenty-four inch rims, n***a, pumpin' my bass
On the thirty-seven highway to Khatati
Holla at my nig with the plug on the shotty
I'ma catch a body
I'ma go over there and shoot somebody
Pop him in his chest make him lose his breath
Dippin' in my Buick, n***a, oh, so fresh
Listenin' to mob music while ya bitch give neck
I coke dip and rock
Hit the block with chops
Make these n***as skeet skat like some coke rock, cruck rock, cock roach
Oh shit, I got caught up in my words
I got caught up in these birds
These bitch ass n***as get served
These bitch ass n***as got nerves to speak the game
When these n***as ain't never did a damn thang, n***as lose they brain
On my part of town
And my part of soil
We hit ya face with this thang make ya face boil
350 degrees, n***a, with ease
I dip up the block, n***as is sleaze
They eatin' out sluts
Tongue kissin' the cunts
Doin' shit that gangstas don't do
You should be like Hus and step ya fuckin game up, bitch!

[Hook: Husalah]
Caution, warning
Man with rallo, runnin' around the town poppin' n***as like Grand Theft Auto
Man, somebody got chopped, somebody got shot
Somebody got shot, some body got popped
Somebody got popped
Bitch!
Caution warning, young man with rallo
Ridin' around town poppin' n***as like Grand Theft Auto
Oh shit! somebody got pop, somebody got shot
Somebody got shot, somebody got shot, some body got pop!

[Verse 3: Husalah]
The moral of the story is
You should try to live ya life and stay at home and raise ya kids
'Cause the majority of the n***as in ya gang a snitch
When I pull up with the fifty-round clip and leave yo ass stiff
But these n***as ain't goin to show up to court and testify
You know why?
'Cause I'm so I'll n***as won't test a guy
They know Hus is dope
They know Hus is renorming
That's retarded and retarded
N***as done got me started
Up the block I shitted on n***as
N***as is farted. n***as pooted
I come through shoot it
All black with the mac with the beam on it
Green, not red
On the tip of ya face, on ya head