[Ronnie Bumps]
Alright...get your mother$#&@in guns up (Throw them guns up)
$#&@ that (And my mother$#&@in two)

This is hows it going down this is how it's goin mother$#&@in big
We still don't give a $#&@ (You know)
For life (You know) For death (You know)


A knife will your frame or (I gotta gun)
What the $#&@ you think the things for (shed blood)

Man I keep it gang when I it's time to give it
Understand we run bank who colidin wit us?
I'm knee deep in the game, plannin the block in the rain

Tell your mom dog ain't %#@! gon change
The world don't trust us, one !@^% gutters
POV City hustlas, Ya gun mother$#&@ers


[D.O.]
Hit the gun away bumps man I got these ^!$$%z

Tell Caddillac to chill I'm about to rock these ^!$$%z
Got your game sharp man cuz you watchin ^!$$%z
Now I'm back on top, can't stop me ^!$$%z

It's hard like life, man dog I'm holdin the dice
I'm ain't trying to poke your wife, man I'm gunnin for ice
When you see me on the streets pray for your life

It's murder mother$#&@er now your payin the price

[Merc]

Yo, yo, yo
Get it right cuz we ain't the type for all the bull%#@!
^!$$% front give him the full clip

I back down your whole strip, Let off six
Get low re-load quick Stand up and fire again
Never test Merc You could be a foe or a friend

We don't give a $#&@ if it ain't murder you can get it
Ya ^!$$% young, doorag under the finit
And I'm labeled as a problem for all y'all ^!$$%z


[Jody Mack]
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Who y'all know who to come to when twenty three shoe slow
The gangsta Mack I kill dudes fo-sho
I ain't the game ^!$$%, I be poppin them thangs

At anyone of y'all ^!$$%z who think we locked in this game
Ya mother$#&@ers must be ready to die
$#&@in wit the murderous I

Knowin that the murder was right
(So la la la) who wanna get at me ^!$$%
(Who am I?) Ten Mack I clap you ^!$$%


[Rah]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

It was bad enough that I live a thug life, %#@!
I had ta crush it up and throw it in bags and pitch
Night in and night out, now I'm a clear it out

When I spit outta my mouth, ^!$$%z know what I'm about
It's no lookin back, tryin to get out of time to stack
Workin and puttin it in and waitin to get it back

Bloods thick and when money comes that's real phat
In tens and thin and a (*##$ then look at that


[0-1]
Who am I, 0-1 livin the time
Befo the time I be pushin the five

So ya ^!$$%z better (Get it riiiight)
Or get it real $#&@ed up
20 or some odd shots flyin threw your truck

What the deal, wanna know how I feel right now?
Ready to kill mother$#&@ers and lay ^!$$%z down
$#&@in wit ^!$$%z that's clown, $#&@in wit ^!$$%z that's wild

Be lost, can't be found
Be found somewhere drowned, mother$#&@ers


[Charli Baltimore]
Knock knock who is it?
The $#&@in esquisit

Chuck spit for my (*##$es on federal visits
With the weed that cop smugglin
Baby daddies are not jugglin
Cases, time faces
Twenty five (*##$ ride and (*##$ lie

Cuz real chicks do their bid to wit kids to
And that's murda for real
(*##$ thug me, hood ^!$$%z lovin me
Gangsta $$# touchin me, Chuck


[Caddillac Tah]
Yo, yo
Whenever 'llac hotwire the 'lac
^!$$%z better get the fire and get the runnin
When the fifth spit gunnin, I'm leavin em numb and %#@!

Now he can't feel his legs, fifteen minutes away from death
Let us pray
I've been cut, remied up
In the box, the porshe
On the eighteen they ain't thugs but I keep em clean

And dope fiends, off the nine and a half board off they leanin
Whoever think %#@! don't stink I leave em stinkin
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder

[Black Child]
What, yeah, yeah, ^!$$%

And we don't bang and ball
We burry the bubble and buy another one tommorow
Die mother$#&@er a head full of hollo's
Close your casket, them basterd in those apollo's
Wanna lock us up, stop our rush
Pop the clutch, split a ^!$$% back like a dutch
That's what's up

^!$$%, we still don't give a $#&@ [echoes out]