[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
Eh yo
N***a wants the drama on, of course I'm going off
Bitch, my whole life been hard, so I'm never going soft
Back up in them perly gates, the only thing you gon' cross
East, west, south, n***a, either way you going north
Fuck you and them foot soldiers you calling goons
'Cause I [?] fiends put in them spoons
Look, I be on that stupid shit, that murder, kill, shoot him shit
Boom, even if it's the one who pushed you out her woom
Fuck [?] R-raded, cap a tool, W
That's for wreckless, so respect it
Or these tools'll bring blues
To the family of you, you are no superhero
And you ain't gotta be like [?] die like [?]
Fuck your money and your ego, my n***a T-Streets ain't from Argintina, but he'll shoot you down like Delphino
Them young boys you send will get trampled
Man handled, bitch, this is why [?] don't make me stand [?]

[Verse 2: T-Streets]
T-Streets the name
Money, money, money, and money again
I ain't got track shoes, but I'm running the game
Wish I could turn into a bullet, and just run in your brain
All y'all n***as, just remind me of my hoes
So you better walk light, like some diamonds on your toes
I told the bankteller, put some kommas on them O's
I run up in your house, and put your mama on the floor
And yes I goes off, like a timer on them hoes
I put that dick on them, and go Osama on them hoes
You pussy ass n***as, tryna [?] into them hoes
I let that [?]
Yeah, fuck [?] boys
I fuck that Nina Ross, make her moan for y'all boys
Yeah, and again, it's T-Streets
Just pray we never meet, motherfucker
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Take that n***a head off, watch that bitch neck slide
I call him how I see him, and I got a direct line
Favorite number Tech 9, I go so erect, I'm
Coming to collect mine, bitch, you gon' respect mine
Now who that be [?]
AK make you walk it out, like a padestrian
Extra terrestrial, extra collesteral
You should eat healthier, I turn you to a vegetable
I'm throwing bullets, can you catch it all?
'Cause they are special y'all's, especially y'all
I'm throwing bullets, now can you catch it all?
I make you catch them all, like [?]
Open wide, receive a foot in your [?]
Everything [?] foot to [?] chin [?]
These n***as walking, we the fucking bush wackers
And they are just good actors

[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda]
It's a war going on outside, nobody safe, n***a
8 to your face, taking straight to the safe, n***a
Bitch n***a panic, 'cause I'm here to start static
Shit, your head gon' need a bandage, I got tools like a makanic
I'm ready for the war, course, hot burner, scarlet tortch
Block burner, turn your fucking set into a holocaust
Got problems, call the boss
I'll make them n***as call it off
The 44 Bulldog, barking like a hungry dog
Marxman, Evel Knievel with the pistol
I roll on the ground, pop up and knock your shit loose
I knock off your tissue, make sure you get miss you's
Don't check a n***a, stick his ass and bag [?]
Bitch n***as actors, better yet actresses
The tool will hit you and flip you like pissy mattresses
Lineback a gun, 'cause it blits and just tackle shit
Snap, pop, bend, break, brooze, and straight crackle shit
Gudda!