[Chorus: DJ Paul] x4
It's hard not to kill n***as
It's like an everyday job not to kill n***as
So what's a n***a to do

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Me and my n***a had plenty a blunts and we had to get a half G of tha Henn
I swerved up into the damn liquor store lot, high as fuck, I'm droppin' my gat in the stash pot
Forever it took the shit seemed cause the trick in there sweated me for the ID
I was searchin' my pockets and then I heard poppin to run out and see that my n***a was bleedin'
Is was Indo G and MC Mack and the Lord in the bomber Hummer rollin' with the gun and Pat
Finna fix these fools up a little snack, toss a few Pat, cuz, blow 'em up off the track
They was talkin' shit the other day now the Prophet Posse got an offer that they can not turn away
When the goddamn vomit out the strong sucka once
Scarecrow servin' head on a silver tray
I was sippin' on the brew, hittin' two two, smokin' on a cool, got a call from the damn fool
Said he had the Three 6 held hostage, tryin' to get a blood pool spread on the evenin' news
Then we round up the squad got The Maf' and The Kaz', we be loadin' up the cars with the hollow tools
And we comin on a run through the yard and a n***a gonna knock
Triple Six wanna pop it at you
Now we've got half way over the back of this four stories 'fore he fall, ten story drop
This n***a wanna cross me, better get a sponge to wipe up your mangled-ass body
Better bring some dangerous toys when you fuckin' with the Mafia boys, don't war with us
Or get caught up in a scramble, we blow out your candle and we come out victorious

[Chorus: DJ Paul] (x4)
It's hard not to kill n***as
It's like an everyday job not to kill n***as
So what's a n***a to do
[Verse 2: MC Mack]
It's seems that every fuckin' day I tend to dwell more by myself
My competitors run, when I cock my gun
I blast cause I'm forced to live by my rep
My Killa Klan Kaze, like the Nazi's
Cause we takin' you for hostage
MC Mack, ho, be my street name
Cause I'm cliqued by Prophet Posse
You can't stop me so just watch me
Left you spooked cause I flashed your set
Too many motherfuckers, they know my face
But I don't know them, so I sport a vest
Don't test my thugs, homey, show no love
Remorse ain't in me, don't fuck with scrubs
Get shot and robbed, 19 pull the trunk down point beam, dump those buck shot slugs
Consist of killaz, coffin fillers, sign your soul to my dotted line
Renig your sins and the death in the end
Tombstone read, young n***a was blind
Tryin' to see me, you can't be me
So just flex on the other direction
If the milli miss ya, hollow points'll hit ya
In other words you're fucked with no protection
Smith & Wesson, got you stressin'
Tape his mouth up while he's restin'
Put them yawk thangs to his dome
When he awakens, bet he with Satan
Life was taken, death you facin'
Hollow points, they got you racin'
Caught you slippin', like a magician
On your ass, spray this n***a, WHAT'S UP!
[Chorus: DJ Paul] x4
It's hard not to kill n***as
It's like and everyday job not to kill n***as
So what's a n***a to do

[DJ Paul & Juicy J adlibs]