[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yea! Mafia 6ix! Fiend! La Chat!
Yeah, you already know
Check this out: we already know what you wish
You already know what you wish
And it ain't real
I think y'all n***as like some, some comic characters
Or some shit, for real

[Hook: DJ Paul] 2x
Quit playing killa n***a
(That ain't in ya, that ain't in ya)
Quit playin' with 'em n***a
(That ain't in ya, that ain't in ya)
Quit actin' like you trappin' n***a
(That ain't in ya, that ain't in ya)
Keep playin' with me, I'mma put some in ya!

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]

[Verse 2: La Chat]
Yeah, bitch you ain't no killa ho I know just what you be
See I know the real you and bitch you know the real me
I be trippin' while you flauge, got that hard with yo hoe ass
Bitch go get a job hoe you soft with yo broke ass
Out here gettin' whooped by these weirdos, you dumb hoes
You ain't about that life hoe you (?), you dumb hoe
You never shot a pistol, got that burner with a whistle
Like that could save ya life bitch keep talkin' we dismiss 'em
[Hook: DJ Paul] 2x
Quit playing killa n***a
(That ain't in ya, that ain't in ya)
Quit playin' with 'em n***a
(That ain't in ya, that ain't in ya)
Quit actin' like you trappin' n***a
(That ain't in ya, that ain't in ya)
Keep playin' with me, I'mma put some in ya!

[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
Sum'bitch, it ain't in ya, super cool Koopsta Knicca
Cap peeler, wig splitter, pussy (?) rap shitter getter
Stone cold, too bold, big guap, get money
Keep hoes, snow balls, talk shit, one hunnid
All black everything, our pills, cocaine
Black car, black house, black bitch, black name
Homeboy it ain't in ya, no hard street n***a
Can't fight, won't kill, sissy-ass hoe n***a!
You will never, in no ways, be like me
Tycoon, typhoon, titan, hercules
Oh hear, oh dear, it is my heater
Super cool go getter, you will die first here

[Verse 4: Fiend]
Got triple beam, portable Glock, time to get money
Amphetamines, fourty of them Glocks, you could say I'm done it
But yo pockets like rabbit ears and you never had a fifth
From the get go like (?), I'm russian like Vladimir
Makin' heaven on this earth, (?)
No wars on our turf, swear to God y'all meet dirt
And they all make me scourge, you scared, (?) go to church
What I'm spendin' on the second what I made from the first
Dirty south is more than vibes in my verse
(?) bitch (?) land up in that hearse
Got my pimp partners pimpin' them broads for what it's worth
Captain Kirk, he after what's in her purse mane