[Verse 1: C-Mob]
People be talking that tough shit
Behind my back but when I get my pace they wanna come suck dick
They're nothing but a bitch so motherfuck them and who they fuck with
I have no time for the fakes so out of my face they must get
Turn them all into dust quick
They could never be trusted
I know they wanna see me on the backburner
And they hate I'm a cash earner
Always leaving a track murdered, I'll never be a slave to the industry
I'm a rebel like I'm Nat Turner
Want beef bitch? Get a fat burger
Don't attack further, or you'll
See that I show no repences
This what will happen if you try to fuck with some menaces
Get the fuck off of my premesis
Or I will do you just like Cain did Abel in Genesis
You do not wanna come battle me
Cause I am ready for combat and causing fatalities
You will get merked automatically
And that's regardless of religion or nationality
I'ma put at least 8 slugs in fake thugs who hate cause I'd rather make war than make love
And taste blood on my taste buds
You 'bout to get bludgeoned so if you wanna come get it and bring all your cousins
And I am not nudging
I will stay posted up killing 'em off by the dozens
Are you ready for death today?
I will be leaving your flesh filleted
My bullets are taking your breath away
I'm a gun and you're nothing but pepper spray
Leaving your body left to lay
In the dirt watching your flesh decay
Start shit, I'm finna do some shit
Get the crucifix it's best to pray
Hoping that there is no static
If you wanna have it then come try to step and be crushed
Got two semi-automatics a murder fanatic and I make the weaponry bust
And sever the guts
You're left in the dust
Cause when I go off I'm definitely nuts
As soon as my finger is hitting the trigger I'm unleashing hell with a heavenly touch, you're mentally fucked
Even if you make it out of this
Think that you will but I doubt it bitch
You don't wanna run your mouth to Chris
You'd better just go without the risk cause I'm an Alchemist
With Full-Metal Jackets that'll rip right through you
When I'm pissed you don't wanna bring this fight to you
[Hook: C-Mob]
Bitch, is there an issue? (Issue)
See, I heard that you got a problem, you bitch you (bet you)
Now tell me, is it true?
Bitch, is there an issue? (Issue)
Running off at the mouth might make me get you
And no one will miss you
Bitch, is there an issue? (Issue)
See, I heard that you got a problem, you bitch you (bet you)
Now tell me, is it true?
Bitch, is there an issue? (Issue)
Running off at the mouth might make me get you
And no one will miss you
Bitch, is there an issue?

[Verse 2: Kenny of Shoe Gang]
Y'all know that Shoe's been a gang n***a
Renegade with it man, n***as [weighing antler?]
I'm rough like the tip of my hair is
Huh, kind like a n***a named Clifford
N***as don't wanna get on instrumentals with us cause my
Adrenaline Rush like a n***a named Twista
No games I ain't finna play with ya
I'm in a rage n***a, n***a way switch up
I'm a Leviathan
Call me your Highness ain't nobody higher than me and my crew, we make Music To Riot To, when we walk in everybody start rioting
Violins, violent, violet, you don't want beef then my n***a be quit then
If you want smoke then come visit the lion's den
Wait, wait let me tighten my diet then, hah
[Verse 3: Julius of Shoe Gang]
Uh, two Ks in hand
Gone off the Henny I'm too faded man
You say you want a issue, what?
My n***a you better be standing in front of a newspaper stand
Cause if any one of you dudes lay your hand on us, there will be nobody to save your man
The gat blow put you in the black, cold
Turn every one of you dudes into Raider fans, ah
You n***as can't rap with us, naw
Bitch n***as pull your panties up
Can't hide no more y'all skating on thin ice so long you n***as need the Stanley Cup
Got the bandana wrapped around the handle of the blammer man I think I've had enough
Ten toes in this game, hip-hop
Hope your little fans tell hip-hop anti up (Right)

[Verse 4: Dice of Shoe Gang]
You got a issue, hit the deck and get protection
This a lesson
You ain't gotta watch Wild Wild West but you will see Smith and Wesson
Clips in seconds, get to stepping
If you live it's a blessing
I'm too street call me intersection
You on the road to being the bitch that's a misdirection
Get the message hit the exit
This beef shit is getting old, I'd rather let my chick lick my pole then bounce on me like she hit the road
But y'all n***as make me twist my bolts, the pistol blow, and clips reload
I'll disembowel your clique right now and with a smile the weed got me in the clouds
I'll smoke just allowing the bullshit, allow, keep me hitting the gas as if I'm dipping out
I work like there's many of me
Grinding like I'm trying to make a mini of me
To my banks like my group, plenty of Gs
Not working insidiously is idiocy
Like Hansel and Gretel I'm trying to find the bread
Got a issue I'll hit you with the nine instead
If you could look in the future and see what lies ahead on your living room floor lies your head
[Hook: C-Mob]
Bitch, is there an issue? (Issue)
See, I heard that you got a problem, you bitch you (bet you)
Now tell me, is it true?
Bitch, is there an issue? (Issue)
Running off at the mouth might make me get you
And no one will miss you
Bitch, is there an issue? (Issue)
See, I heard that you got a problem, you bitch you (bet you)
Now tell me, is it true?
Bitch, is there an issue? (Issue)
Running off at the mouth might make me get you
And no one will miss you
Bitch, is there an issue?

[Outro: C-Mob]
Bitch is there an issue? (Issue)