[Fat Joe phone call]
Yea, yea what up, it's Crack
What up Game
My muh'fuckin' n***a Skee
Do ya muh'fuckin' thing, pap, pap
All these other n***as lay down bitch ass n***as
Crack n***a

[Intro: The Game]
Hurricane Game
The first family bitch
M.O.B
And that's Money Over Bitches!

[Bridge: The Game]
I smell pussy
Is that you Banks?
I smell pussy
Is that you Sha?
I smell pussy
Is that you Tony?
I smell pussy
It's Olivia's draws
Y'all n***as is pussy

[Verse 1: Cyssero]
I blaze with the Kays
It ain't hard to reach you now
I'm wit the Game
And you lames in the bleaches now
You can hear my name
Outta your speakers now
You soft fabrics
Don't make me bleach you down
Put spots on ya
And I'm talkin' infared
Put Glocks on ya
And I'm sparkin' till ya dead
You gotta brand new coffin' for a bed
But you'll sleep forever
Six feet deep wit Ice
[Verse 2: The Game]
Money Over Bitches!
Fuckin' wit the M.O.B
You get beat wit shovels
Yo God! You from New York
Then meet the devil
N***as hidin' out
Hopin' that the beef would settle
Whoever knew G-Unit made pink stilletos
Ask Buck if I squeeze my metal
Life is to short so I eat, sleep, shit and breathe the ghetto
The Los Angeles king
No hockey mask 'cause when you try to hide your face
You get shot in tha ass, coward

[Hook]
[The Game]
Why he smell like that?
That n***a dead
(How he die?)
Hurricane dun shot him in the head
Why he smell like that?
That n***a dead

[Cyssero]
(How he die?)
Cyssero dun shot him in the head
[The Game]
Why he smell like that?
That n***a dead
(How he die?)

[Techniec]
Techniec dun shot him in the head

[The Game]
Why he smell like that?
'Cause that n***a dead
(How he die?)

[Eastwood]
Eastwood dun shot him in the head

[Verse 3: Techniec]
Yeahhhh
Techniec ain't the one ah
Who is to be done ah
Four five gun put them bitches on the run, got
Four five guns like I'm movin' wit a ton
'Cause when shit get heavy we gon' hit 'em wit them dums
N***as they some bums I'ma put that on my sons
I'm a boss like a boss 'fore they hit me wit them crumbs
Dig me wit a deal, n***a stick me in them slums
Hit us with the mills, if ya hit ??? ???
[Verse 4: Eastwood]
I call it murder man's music
The verbal confusion is no illusion and I'm married to the mob now, I kill fuck a bruised chin
Deleted and executed, processed and prosecuted
The Mob we undisputed, Black Wall not G-Unit
And he's hot
He's not but he flop when he drop the heat cocked
Fill him wit heat rocks
My Hurricane Games got me pumped like Reeboks
Leave bullets in his neck and tell the n***a to beatbox

[Hook]
[The Game]
Why he smell like that?
That n***a dead
(How he die?)
Hurricane dun shot him in the head
Why he smell like that?
That n***a dead

[Cyssero]
(How he die?)
Cyssero dun shot him in the head

[The Game]
Why he smell like that?
That n***a dead
(How he die?)

[Techniec]
Techniec dun shot him in the head

[The Game]
Why he smell like that?
'Cause that n***a dead
(How he die?)

[Eastwood]
Eastwood dun shot him in the head

[Verse 5: Cyssero]
Ghea, you n***as role play thugs
All I need is a ol gray snub and a OJ glove
It fit, you'll get tagged wit the mag get'cha ass wet
Shots make ya body bounce like a bad check
Cyss blast techs
I ain't the one ah
'Cause tricks is for kids and that'a get ya son shot

[Verse 6: The Game & Cyessero]
The Game: So we outside the elementary wit our guns cocked
Like "Hi little man"
Cyssero: It's Blue's Clue's
The Game: And SpongeBob
Cyessero: Ghea so I walk wit Game
'Cause I'ma walk in flame
The boys in blue a have to come chalk ya frame
'Cause I'm sparkin' thangs
I leave like the Tin Man and the Sacrecrow, no heart and brains
Wall Street draw heat when it's poppin' off
Aim for the logo on ya hat then knock it off
See I'm the K.I. double L, E.R
Squeeze off them shells, yellin'
See y'all in hell