(Krazy)
What what what what what
(Chorus)

(Krazy)
Who talkin noise?
We makin noise

504 boy
Playin with them big toys
(X4)

(Mac)
Look
Mother$#&@ers its mac

The one who pump slugs in your back
Lyrical attacka
Keep it ghetto like black lacqua

Camo'd $$#asin
To the best (?) the epitomy
Of a soulja

Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda
Hold your horses
I come through like "whatchu wanna do?"

Murder who?
I kill that whole crew with a 2-2
These ^!$$%z rookie

I crush em like pink cookies
Dont $#&@ with me
When im broke

Pissed off
And my (*##$ aint given me no nookie
Kinda glad P took me





Off the streets to make duckies
Now I take supermodels to hotels
And make whoopie

Pull they hair
Call em out they names
Dont you like that?

Then I give my lil sister the cash
So she strike that
^!$$%z like mac

Rock mercedez benz toe bustas
And I only shop at them military
Stores cousin

Solja rag on my eyes till I die
^!$$% what?
Im a Tank Dogg

These ^!$$%z is just mutts
(ARF!)
(Chorus)(X2)

(Krazy)
My ^!$$% Jeff just got 30 years
$#&@ MC

Went in a house
Found a safe with about 3 bricks
Thats that punk (*##$ Deuce-A

Sweatin my ^!$$%z
He wont rest until my whole click's
Doin some figgaz

Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite?
A young ^!$$%
With a .45

Bustin on site
What I might
Is whether (?) bleed with passion

See this drug game to me
Is like a fatal attraction
Salvation from this life

Thats what I need
See these jealous $$# ^!$$%z
Wont let me breathe

Will I succeed in this cold world?
Pray for me please
I dont get caught up in this rap life

A dying disease
Over seas is where they come from
We know who sent them
If them (*##$es six-teenth
I believe ill get them

I aint $#&@in with no new ^!$$%z
Believe im ballin
If I ever go to jail
Big Boz im callin
Will my real ^!$$%z ride for me?

Believe they will
If I get killed
Bring me back to the IvoryVille
^!$$%
(Chorus)(X2)

(D.I.G.)
They say only god can judge me
My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3
Prolly in the year 2 G
But livin this street life

Im thuggin and ready to rumble
With any ^!$$% that ready to tussle
Mother$#&@er
I feel as if im at the edge of my life
So I give it to them raw
In the heat of the night

I aint hard to find
Im the ^!$$% with the two 9's
Next to the Last Don
^!$$% thugged out for mine
A Made Man
The Bossalinie of the scenery
And be full of that greenery

When you peepin me
Im full of that crime family
Im on the grind and I can handle that
I aint trappin
I gotta weigh that shake
Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients
Some ghetto dope

Go round tweekin
And get D.I.G.
Thats me im a young ^!$$%
$#&@ around with me dog
And y'all get done ^!$$%
(Chorus) (X4)