[C-Murder:]
Say twins you know how we go do a $#&@ing show
Get that (*##$ rowdy how crazy they be acting out there

^!$$%s can't control theirself be like uh
They call me C-Murder and I got TRU tagged on my mother$#&@ing back
Ever since I started rapping all my real $$# ^!$$%s come and follow my lead

Got my balls and my word ^!$$% ask Young Bleed
We come do a show in your mother$#&@ing city
They call me the baddest cause No Limit act %#@!ty

Beats By The Pound make them ignant $$# beats
When a ^!$$% like me bring the %#@! to the streets
Because the ghetto is my home ^!$$% I'm ghetto raised

I'm unpredictable ask the ^!$$% with the braids
My mother$#&@ing music be jumping out of record stores
^!$$% where's your proof mother$#&@er check billboards

To all my tank dogs that's bout it
Then throw off your set and get this mother$#&@er rowdy


[Chorus:]
We be No Limit ^!$$%s and we bout it
We come to a club and get the mother$#&@er rowdy [x2]


[Kane & Abel:]
6 shots of hennesey I'm feeling right in this (*##$

Hit the dash flow off Mike start a fight in this (*##$
I got the crowd jumping gangstafied %#@! pumping
Tell that (*##$ and that hoe I'm trying to do something

I cracked the optimal open in the middle of the club
Don't give a $#&@ about the popos ^!$$%s smoke some bud
Let's go half on a 40 sack show me some love

I stucked a pistol in the club for them wannabe thugs
TRU ^!$$%s smoke dank all the way to the bank
All the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bank

Kane & Abel kick butt knuckle up don't give a $#&@
We bout it and I'm gon' get this mother$#&@er rowdy


[Chorus x2]

[Fiend:]

I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs
Killing whatever bugs that ain't a soldier does
For the love of drugs half of my paper go to bud

Ebonic you speaking in the club uh ^!$$% what
Everytime I buzz the tank does when I it
With the type of skills to knock a baller off his pivot

I admit it I'm one of the baddest that ever lived
You ain't seen nothing wait till I'm full of that %#@!
Take a pull of that %#@!

And you can meet the pieces
My ironic thesis first heard on a player's leases
Lyrical adhesives making these ^!$$%s meet Jesus

I guess we just got them to pieces like greases
To my tweakers it's a piece of dope you was needing
My vocals got wannabe slugs bleeding

It's believing get you tore up by my shotty
Fiendzotie forever bout it staying rowdy


[Chorus x3]

[C-Murder: talking]

Yeah another example of that gangsta %#@!
C-Murder in this (*##$ Kane & Abel the F. I. Fiend
%#@! just another mother$#&@ing day another dollar

Get it right cause we bout it peace