[Verse 1: B.G.]
Bring Noise, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy
AK-47 attached ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up
Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block
I've ride through your neighborhood, day and night
Store closed people inside, ya hood on strike
I'm looking, for ya - high and low, n***a I'm searchin'
11 deep in the (2000) new Ford Excursion
Me and my n***a P. - brother Diesel and Wee
Bell - Tyriq and Fat - Kay - Powder and Cleve
Once you found you get down, burn torchin' and beat
That's the treatment you get from a n***a in C.M.B
I'm the B.G. but you can call me - Shot 'em up shorty
I'll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet
Baby gave me the game - when this n***as that's bitch made
Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of spades n***a

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Boss you wouldn't believe what happend ta me
Last night I got hit for a package of ki's
Who was it? Man I'ont know some cats
They kicked in my doo' shot my wife in the back
And you think them mothafuckers woulda left it at that
They beat me in my head until I said where it's at
Okay we go out in the streets and we get the word
We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds
Them fuckin moolignanis don't want no war'
C4 them down, let 'em burn in the car
Me not worried about no witness
Cuz them won't see, anything linkin' up ta me
Boss, come ta find out it was Red and Black
Them connivin' motherfuckers gatta pay for that
I tell you what I gonna do, burn them cock roaches
And payment for the cops in case they wanna approach us
[Verse 3: Birdman]
I'm the O.G. n***a 'bout money and bitches
Know how, ta flip a brick and deal with ditches
My brother K.C. told me how ta kill these n***as
While Troy had me in alleys dealin' with digits
Aiy, life is real my n***a, me and Lac pa' was killed my n***a
It ain't nothing keep it real my n***a
While my homies carve life in the field my n***a
Ski' then family - thrill deal n***as
Rambo and Sam - it is what it is n***as
I've robbed n***as - pulled triggers for n***as
Drama's involved - we in like we in n***a
Homicide - we kill like we kill n***a
Behind them thangs - it is what it is n***a
Birdman - a known shotcaller
Suburban man and Benzes and Prowlers

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
(look - look - look - look)
Here comes Mister Bad nerves
Wit' that fed-up look
Shorty got that do-whatever-for-the-cheddar look
Ain't got no dope, weed or fetti plus I'm hurt and hungry
All I got is this Beretta with 2 murders on it
I done walk 'bout four blocks
In a pair of old 'Boks
Dirty with no socks
Looking for dope spots
Man I'm on the prowl - untamed and wild
Been a year since I smiled
Better watch that child
Hat over my eyes, you can't see my frustation
Looking at n***as paper chasin' with mean faces
Was told wait my turn - but damn I'm impatient
Pacin' the streets with the Mac-10 blazin'
Lil' Brother bail please, I'ma kill him for the scrilla
Do you under smell me - I'm telling your dawg
I was raised on bad ways
Went to school on half days
Half smart and half crazed
Stop playin' with me
[Verse 5: Turk]
It's in my bloodstream wodie, ta be the n***a that I am
Tote gats with hats take a n***a from his fam'
Nothin' but streets shit - it's all a n***a know
Knockin you off ya feet quick - it's all a n***a know
Drive-bys in U-Hauls - prepared anyday
Thuggin' is usual, do that every day
Bitch n***as get roast, if your not from round my way
Middle of the court or one of them hallways
Quick ta steal ya, I'm real I ain't fake
Leave ya ass a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape
Put a hole in ya thinkin' cap, won't be thinkin no mo'
You'll be put ta nap
Young n***a play it raw, raw - X ya bitch ass out
Me and my n***a Rat quick ta run up in ya house
Fuck it, I goes out cuz it's in me my n***a
When it's a coke drought - I tote a semi my n***a