[Intro:]
Imma dump them slugs on them n***as (Dump it on em! x3)

[Hook: Yella Boy]
It's best you scram, cause I'm a champion
I'm dumping on em', I'm acting a motherfuckin' donkey on em'
I'm getting low down and dirty with the 30-30
You see I'm in yo neighborhood and
My nose dirty(x2)

[Verse 1: Lil Ya]
Goin' for it all I wanna ball fall,So give me some chip's, I got's a
Motherfuckin' rueger nine on my hip, I'm pissed, ain't nothin' shakin'
Shit's slow like before once again
I'm on the come up bro
Called Yella out his house
Man, we got money to make
Scooped Tec off Freret
Then we make shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' word on the bird's
Where they flyin', I'm a kill you if you lyin'
His cousin gave me the urge to want me take
What you got, give me yo Yae, give me yo ring's
And yo Boulevard watch, why you at take that
Link off yo neck, put it in my bag with the key's
To yo Jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo motherfuckin' attic
Don't try to test my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya duck
When you see a n***a pluck, buku
Bullets, at yo motherfuckin' dome
Bitch, you should have knew you couldn't run from the chrome
Hook(x2)

[Verse 2: Tec-9]
We be dumpin' on corner's like
N***a what it be like
N***a be hangin' all night to keep they grip tight
Everybody know I'm a fool on the come up move
My baby boy need's new shoes
So what the fuck am I to do
Show a n***a how I act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic M-11 n***a
So how you figure that I'm the n***a to fuck with
Graduated from slangin' Yae to this dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is what I'm givin'
AK's, Two Twenty Three's, while I'm still livin'
Momma tellin' me the rent's due
Big brother doin' five called to tell me
It's all on u, I became a man before my time
It's on my mind, I'm now hustlin'
To pay bill's and still make mine
Now I'm caught up in that game livin' day for day
I got reason's to leave but I got reason's to stay
To see the finer thing's in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and settle down
But all these dope fiend's keep comin' around
What ya got? could it be they all want to see the
N***a with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, quite natural
Bullet lyrical dropper, I run with n***a's
Who don't give a fuck and carry chopper's
I got to have it daddy, I'm on the come up
Label me Black Connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, keep them snap's in yo pocket
Cuz I see the PO-PO's, y'all know them hoes
Tryin' to keep a n***a down
But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own kind
But ain't love, if you takin' mine
Lyin' think and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya wanna do cuz
I'm dumpin' on 'em! Bitch!
[Verse 3: Yella Boy]
I'm loaded got my double shot now
It's time to rock shop
I'm aimin' for the dome I'm gonna make everybody drop
To the ground, Ima buck em' down with them double shots
I dressed as a vic; I kniggity-knock's upon the front door
I'm a play it smooth, squeeze the trigga, then I'll wipe the floor
The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both shot's go
Three n***a's bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I found the cash in a glass trash bag stash
I count's the coke and out the back
I made a swift dash
Hopped in my hoop-d headed Uptown
I ditched the gun so it wouldn't let the shell's found
My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus station
No question's ask I call my dog
Let's take a fuckin' vacation
I got the raw and the money fuck the city blue's
Ya Bitch!

Hook(x3)