[Intro: Scarface]
Oh (ha ha ha)
[?] sit back
And analyze the truth cause n***as be stealing n***as shit out here
Huh

[Verse 1: Scarface]
What it is? (n***a!)
You don't wanna get involved with this here (n***a!)
Is you a bitch n***a?, you a (bitch n***a)
Look at yourself and then analyze me
This motherfucking G, I can see the flaws in you
You got girl draws in you
Girl flaws in you, a broad n***a! (hm)
I peeped your whole hand when you came in
I'm a man and I hang men
Play the game to win
All mission play on ten
Scarface 'finna do it again
Mash you n***as, stash them n***as
Don't make me upstrap and blast you n***a
Once again it's, on, it's a must that I do it
Lock you in my scope and blast yo ass through it, I'mma poet
The image and the style that you used to
Cause you don't keep it real like you used to, a O.G
S.A., food to the ho fa'sho
So n***a slow your mothеrfuckin' roll
'Fore I come through with the samе M-11 the Feds took from me
And shoot you in yo motherfuckin' stomach
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
When you rat on yo friends
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
When you steal pads from yo kin
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Runnin' when the drama go down, you was bumpin' at first what happened to the man in the south
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Specializing at bumpin' ya gums
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Cappin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs
Bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Ain't you tired of runnin' your mouth, can't even go home 'cause the devil might run in yo house

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Now bitch n***as get up under my skin, that's why I don't fuck with friends unless it's my Mac-10
I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the crooked in the flesh
Lookin' for head shots, cause bitch fellas live in bulletproof vests
What you scared for?
What happened to all the tough ass talk?
The way you was bumpin', I thought you had a taste for asphalt
Look at momma's baby out here starvin' for an ass-whippin', [?] with a magician then drippin' out his ass, listen
I'll be damned if I pull a rabbit out a hat
Well pull a pistol out a holster and put a bitch n***a on his back
WHOA!, watch how I handle this fofo
My conscience be screaming "Z-Ro murder mo, murder mo"
I just love to slide a bitch n***a up out the room
And you could get away from me, if you jump back off in [?]
In the middle of yo mommy but I'll open up that bitch n***a
Z-Ro the crooked, I'll be damned if I be a bitch n***a
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
When you rat on yo friends
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
When you steal pads from yo kin
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Runnin' when the drama go down, you was bumpin' at first what happened to the man in the south
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Specializing at bumpin' ya gums
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Cappin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs
Bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Ain't you tired of runnin' your mouth, can't even go home (bitch) 'cause the devil might run in yo house

[Verse 3: Dirt Bomb]
My trigger finger like a match book, it spark heat
Ya timid like choir boy and The Five Heartbeats
My heart speaks to the streets
And it don't feel wrong
I'll pick the biggest n***a in your crew to steal on, I'm real
Get ya frame rocked when that thang pop
You better move swift enough to dodge rain drops
Or you gon' get hit
Dirt only click wit
Real n***as that'll bust they gun like Slick Rick
Pick ya poison
Lead [?] [?] shots
I shoot my Glock with one eye like cyclops
And I don't chase bitch n***as, I let the slugs chase 'em
Put so many holes in 'em they had to cremate 'em
Take 'em straight to the morgue that's how the bomb bang
Shittin' on these young boys like LeBron James
Bullets through yo [?], 4-0 cal, when Dirt Bomb bust Chicago n***as go wild
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
When you rat on yo friends
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
When you steal pads from yo kin
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Runnin' when the drama go down, you was bumpin' (bitch) at first what happened to the man in the south
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Specializing at bumpin' ya gums
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Cappin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs
Bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Ain't you tired of runnin' your mouth, can't even go home 'cause the devil might run in yo house

[Verse 4: Bun B]
It's Bun B, I go back-a like "Atlanta Black Crackers"
I back-slap a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka, wack rapper
Short stopper or dope beginner
Bitch I ain't ya chicken dinner, bring the heater get you wetter (get you wetter)
With that fifty caliber magnum hanger
Stop a bear off in his tracks, you better hope I don't land one
If I cock that bitch back, better aim it at your chest
It'll be weeks before they even find the pieces to your vest
We relievers of ya stress (of ya stress)
Ease ya fame
Put this pistol in your mouth, you never need to breathe again
The one ya momma warned ya about
Bun and he's insane
Kill a kid over a quarter
Who just keeps playin'
Now this kid's payin', 'fore he fuckin' with the trillers
Z-Ro the young guerilla
And Face the born killa
(Bitch n***a)
Feel around in the dark for the dough
(Bitch n***a)
You here the sounds of the spark 'fore you go

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
When you rat on yo friends
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
When you steal pads from yo kin
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Runnin' when the drama go down, you was bumpin' (bitch) at first what happened to the man in the south
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Specializing at bumpin' ya gums
You's a bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Cappin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs
Bitch n***a (bitch n***a)
Ain't you tired of runnin' your mouth, can't even go home 'cause the devil might run in yo house
(Bitch n***a)