[Intro: "Menace To Society"]
"Y'all n***as hurry up. Go in there, book them n***as And Get the fuck Out and Don't Be playing. Dog, Caine, you hear what I'm saying? Kill them n***as And Get the fuck back so we could stab out. Ima be chilling right here."
"Aye n***a, I wanna know if you ready to do this shit. Is you ready to do this shit or what motherfucker? And Don't be acting like no pussy when we get the fuck out there."

[Verse 1: Rah Swish]
Look what we started
Got these n***as mad
2 racks on your head
I spent that on a bag
Dip from the boys
When I swerve, I don't crash
With Dah Dah, Zay G
And I stay with a sack
You talking about money?
The fuck is you doing?
Said you got opps?
Who the fuck is you shooting?
How the fuck n***as ain't even get shot?
I ride with no tints when I spin through your block
Dope in The Marley
We crashing the party
We jump out the sprinter
Shit look like the army
Rolling with guns
We do it for fun
Won't hop out the V
'Cause I know you gon' run
Bitches is dubs
They here for the moment
You know who my Opps
So you know who I'm Smoking
You Want a Response?
I don't do too much talking
2 hands on the strap
Like Nintendo controllers
Don't fuck with no n***as
They Not from The A
Ain't talking Atlanta
I'm Talking The Gang
Touch on her body
She wet like a brain
I fuck on a Thot
She ain't walking the same
Pray I don't lose it
I'm on my new shit
Killers, they come from the floss
And they woo shit
Slide up on what block?
N***a you stupid
You taking pictures with guns
But don't use it
[Verse 2: Curly Savv]
Changing the game forever
I put the gang together
N***as is lame, whatever
We getting paid
That's regular
Going insane since 7
Putting the pressure
Shoot first
No question
Face shots
My oppression
Leaving them slumped
Green beam
So we catch 'em
Bust his head like it's ketchup
No cleaning 'em up
These new opps
Look like run through thots
The way that we kill 'em
Spending my day
Tryna make me a million
Touch on the mazi
You know that we drilling
Get hit in your back
And start losing your feeling
Different timing
Wrist broke
So I copped the diamonds
Cristal
Put it on my momma
Pistol for all the drama
[Verse 3: Dah Dah]
See
I done had too much [?]
So how I'm gon' run from a n***a?
Got a 30 with a grip
Sweep a n***a with The stick
Now you done lil' n***a
Still gon' smoke dead Opps
You know I can't take no Ls
And all my shit so damn hot
And all y'all music gon' fail
Why you tripping?
Get a bag and go make a difference
I send brodie in the drop on a mission
He see a opp
He gon flock
Til he finished
Why you tripping?
Get a bag and go make a difference
I sent brodie in a drop on a mission
He see a opp
He gon flock
Til he finished

[Verse 4: Zay G]
All my hittas up
357
Got 7 Rs in my MAC 11
If it's beef about it
N***a get the reverend
We gon talk about it
When we get to heaven
I got bad bitches
That can ride dick
Back in '05
I was 5'6''
Skinny bum n***a
With the dry lips
Now I Ball like Jordan up in my 96'
Swish