[Intro: Spice 1]
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty
Spiceberg  Slim in the buildin'
Blaow,  blaow, blaow! You already know!
It's less than nothin'
Thug World Music Group, Elder Entertainment
Yeah,  hahahah
We  on one now!
Shit y'all done got us started...

[Verse 1: Nawfside Outlaw]
I  could've been got that n***a, tell me how the fuck you figure?
You gon' keep runnin' your mouth over Twitter, we some killas
Fuck a rap song, I do this shit for real, ask my hood about it
They gon' tell you Old School is a fool ([?])
I  hit dude in the face, and split him to the white meat
I promise they don't make n***as like me, I might be
A danger to myself and anybody else that want it
And you rappin'-ass n***as, I'll be with you in a moment
You ain't gangsta, you a puppet, fuck it, you a bitch too!
Rappin' 'bout the shit that I really do, so who you?
Pissy mothafuckas, I'm a G' you a sucka!
Bottom of the barrel n***as, fruity n***as get puckered
In public, man, you fuckin' with a diagnosis of P.T.S.D
I'm 'bout to split you like a M.R.E
An O.G. from the north side by the way of 3rd Ward
Churchin' ass n***a, get to prayin' don't wanna [?]
[Chorus: Nawfside Outlaw]
You don't wanna test my gangsta
'Cause you gon' end up in some danger
You don't wanna test my gangsta (You don't wanna...)
'Cause you gon' end up in some danger

[Verse 2: Spice 1]
Two to the head (blaow, blaow), and one in the ass
I'm a (*growling*) beast in the streets and my goons got gas
I'm not to be tampered or played or fucked with it
I put this gat in your mouth, make it look like you suck dick
I'm savage, a predator in the jungle of concrete
You n***as is prey, pray I don't find you and dump three
Slugs in his ass, see I'm a blast from the past
Master at communications mothafucka and cash
I'm a disease to these haters like cancer or small pocks
N***as don't understand that they fuckin' with a hard rock
Like Alcatraz, I stand alone in the middle of the bay
But I shift and shape with the game like I was made out of clay
Right upon you like what it do though? Blaow!
My fo-fo blasts Mickey Mouse-ass n***as to Pluto
But black belt in Gun-Fu, flip n***as like Judo
Make a shank and pop eyes and bully n***as like Bluto

[Chorus: Nawfside Outlaw]
You don't wanna test my gangsta
'Cause you gon' end up in some danger
You don't wanna test my gangsta
'Cause you gon' end up in some danger
[Verse 3: Snype]
It's Mr. Mr
Desert Eagle, yo, but you can call me Snype (That's right)
I'm the hottest thing you've heard since the muffler on the bike
My game tighter than your shoe strings, the left one and the right
Got a blood line Pitbull that ain't afraid to fight
See I ain't afraid of strike when I have ta
Have you walkin' on the other side, next to Casper
Floatin' like a butterfly, searchin' for an answer
Bow down this shit cock eyed when you come against the master
Bolder than the last girl ya temperature is droppin
I'm the dude that hammered in the last nail in ya coffin'
Time to get it poppin' mind is twisted as a pretzel (Yeah)
Fo-fo fill your body full of led just like a pencil
You don't want my ass against you 'cause im that type of thug on that Charlie Sheen status
I got that tiger blood, so you better pipe your mug
Unless you wanna get slit, carved up for thanksgiving
And stuffed full of dick, bitches!

[Chorus: Nawfside Outlaw]
You don't wanna test my gangsta
'Cause you gon' end up in some danger
You don't wanna test my gangsta
'Cause you gon' end up in some danger