[Verse 1: Tec-9]

I'm back again, reppin' and I got my four ten

Doin' you in when I creeps and spin the bin
Now the heat is on I'm comin' to get'cha
Went through the 17th and couldn't even find ya

Come to find out, that you were fat mouthin' and you'z a hoe
The only time you seen the 17th is at a show
Jealous mutha$#&@as wanna be like me

I represent that 3, the capital T-E-C
You (*##$es better keep my name out'cha mouth
Before I get a bag of that fire and wait outside your house

^!$$%, I catch a drain, ain't no motive, ain't no blame on what I do ya
Cuz I'ma $#&@ over you
Now what's up? Cuz I don't think you ready to see no blood

$#&@ all that $$#hole and leave ya $#&@in' head swollen
I hit like floods, better yet, I stick like mud
Them (*##$es P-N-C, I leave'em in a pool of blood

Partners-N-Crime, y'all some (*##$es, y'all some snitches
You stupid clown, Chuck got'cha riches


[Verse 2: B.G.]

Partners you bet not do no crime,

Get no time and go to JAIL
Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED
Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I Iet'cha know

Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes
I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart open
Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin'

Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist
Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a name

You can't survive in this game cuz you ^!$$%s lame
I'm ready to take it to some "G" %#@!, street %#@!
Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split

I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real
I'm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my $#&@in' steel
Peel, make ^!$$%s kneel, bow down

From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground.
It's time a ^!$$% put Big Boy where the $#&@ they belong
Rollin' wit Tec-9 snortin' dope best believe it's on


[Chorus Tec-9]


Partners-N-Crime you ain't nothin' but (*##$es
Lick on the nuts and suck the dick


[Chorus Lil Wayne]

Big Boy know, they ain't nothin' but hoes


[Chorus B.G.]


You can jump up on this dick, like a morpho!@(), BIATCH!

[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]


Say "Ah ha, Ah ha", yeah you thought it was funny
When you tried to rap, hunt, stunt, front, on Ca$h Money
You must have been jealous of that title that we holdin'

Try to rep on that Local 580
You must have been too loaded, too loaded, too loaded
They tried to pull a lil' stunt, on that Local 580

Wanna be Pimp Daddy, Lil' Slim, and Baby
They put that whole CMR all up in they rap
They had us on they first tape and they proceed to sweat

So let's show them wannabes what we made of ^!$$%
Try to knock a B.G., I'ma spray a ^!$$%
Swear to God you was hard, but you don't want none of me

Cuz I'm a little-bitty killa off Amelia East
So put two and fall, see I ain't with that boy
Cuz all I do is grab my 9 and break a ^!$$% off

Somethin' proper, I will make you droppa
I'ma baby gangsta, not no P-poppa
This is dedicated to ^!$$%s that be fakin'
Tryed to rock the crowd for the turf but couldn't make it
It was complicated so how you gonna rock them?

While they was busy doin' the Hike and Eddie Bow'n
I'ma stand my ground even though you try to bring me down
Cuz I'ma Ca$h Money clown from that Uptown, and I'm bout it
^!$$% you know you not bout it,
Come around my way I'ma have to get ROWDY


[Verse 4: B.G.]

Damn, I hate a busta (*##$ talkin' %#@!
But when drama time come they scared to do it

Throw them thangs talkin' hard in the Mic
Say it in my face, be a man, and let's fight
Take it to the street with a real baby G
I'ma show ya I came bust caps send ya six feet
I ain't bout none of that playin' or $$#holin'

^!$$% I'm splittin' wigs, leavin' heads swollen
Mystikal slippin' and on the pavement you get laid
Light up through ya hoe, I'ma grab you by them dookey braids
Put'cha head down, cuz I heard about'cha
In Desert Storm, Uncle Sam got that mouth up out'cha
So let me get that out'cha (*##$,

I'ma run in your %#@!, cuz I'm a 13th ^!$$% and I'm bout it

[Chorus]