[Intro]
(L-Finguz)

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
45th and Market be the hood
Right there by the store where I stood
Ask anybody, n***a, in the ice, am I good?
If a n***a say I'm bad, it’s cause his bitch sucked the wood
Uh, I'm robbin'
I pull up in that old-school sittin’ on paint, n***a, bounce in
Slide through my whole city 'cause I'm tapped in
Pull up on booker, see junior on the backend
Did it for my street, rest in peace to [?][0:22]
[?]
For G field, stay in field mode
I'm that n***a in my hood they'll kill for
Legend on my block, from a million-dollar spot
Keep it lit for lil' [?]
Four, five, six, I'll put it on your head, homie
That's on God and all of my dead homies

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
On dead homies (N***a, on my mama, blood)
On dead homies (I swear on everything, cuz)
On dead homies (Bro, that n***a got me fucked up)
Bro, I put that on everything (What?)
On [?] (What?) on my mama (What?)
Yeah, on the dead homies
[Verse 2: G Perico]
Gangbangin’ on these necks
How you from the hood, scared to fight, but you hatin’ on a n***a?
Frankly, I don't give a fuck, old, ballpark, frank-ass n***a, old, lame-ass n***a
You ain’t did nothin' I ain't did
I been bangin' since a kid, I don’t fuck with you, n***a, and I never did
Leave that bitch shit for the bitches
I'm hangin' out a Rolls-Royce truck representin'
When they holler Broadway Gangster Crip, who they mention? Me
And n***as hate it 'cause it's all in they faces
Diamonds all in my bracelet, bling-bling-bling
(Where the fuck you from, cuz?) BGC
Seen a n***a catch a fade, he ain't threw a punch
You the type of n***a hit the county and get rolled up
G Slim, too, G Slim, too
My n***a, Dopey Loc and my n***a, Big Bucc
Dead homies

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
On dead homies (N***a, on my mama, blood)
On dead homies (I swear on everything, cuz)
On dead homies (Bro, that n***a got me fucked up)
Bro, I put that on everything (What?)
On [?] (What?) on my mama (What?)
Yeah, on the dead homies