(feat. Shawnna, Twista, Ludacris)

[Shawnna]

Shawnna kick hot %#@! for (*##$es that got they baby daddies locked
in the pen' gone; fittin to rock cause he did wrong
Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone

Sellin rock on the big phone
In the projects ^!$$%z run up on your set with the tech' out
Leave you wet with you chest out

Killer ^!$$%z realer ^!$$%z have a ^!$$% fill a never realer ^!$$%
Drill a ^!$$% $#&@in with a villian never spill a ^!$$%
$#&@ that! ^!$$% bust back, we in the 'Llac

Me and my (*##$es all strapped
Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac
Fittin to react, and pop a ^!$$% for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!)

^!$$%z I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon
Now with the murderers are known felons
I gotta pop a ^!$$% drop a ^!$$% rock a ^!$$% shock a ^!$$%

Lock a ^!$$% $#&@ a ^!$$%, cop the floppin ^!$$%
Roll for my (*##$es that be droppin in the strip clubs
Tryin get 'em a lil' somethin

If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones
Then you get you a big gun
Mother$#&@ers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on (*##$

Put it straight to yo' dome heads
Now you $#&@in with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers - ^!$$%z that with them real mother$#&@ers like whoa!


[Chorus x2: Ludacris]
It's real real - on the block I been up for days

I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a ^!$$% wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)

Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)

[Twista]

Twista kick hot %#@! for hoes and thugs
in ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down
to whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks

To my thugs that call over to they mob
And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine
To my ^!$$%z that ain't hoes; if they have to

they will steal a ^!$$% touch a ^!$$% check a ^!$$% cut a ^!$$%
Pull the trigger bust a ^!$$%, yellow mother$#&@er ^!$$%
Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up

And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone
full of some %#@! that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up
Got you fillin the hole then go see your body

probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up
Up the streets stuffed the beats
So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes,

Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's spinnin
Mob for them ^!$$%z that done up off them hard times
K-Town, West side, South side

Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme
Whatever set you represent throw it up
If you buck or crunk then take yo' mother$#&@in shirt off

Dealers get your work off; you wanna party
full of hustle ^!$$%z killer ^!$$%z gangsta ^!$$%z chill ^!$$%z
Baller ^!$$%z thug ^!$$%z player haters real ^!$$%z


[Chorus]


[Shawnna]
I'ma kick hot %#@! for (*##$es up in the industry tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West side

where ^!$$%z'll put a mother$#&@in slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
The difference between a mother$#&@in thug and a gangsta

One's thug in a chamber
Get a ^!$$% stick a ^!$$% put him in a ditch and then forget a ^!$$%
Hit a ^!$$% puck a ^!$$% little with the rocker ^!$$%

Puff that say you love that
We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac
Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back

Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks
and it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"
Cause I been feelin like
$#&@ a ^!$$% bust a ^!$$% Shawnna never love a ^!$$%
Chi about to show the mother$#&@ers how to rush a ^!$$%

Crush that put it on momma
On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff !@!@&&
To the Shawnna and put it on ya
Flows who you froze in a comma
We so relentless, you know Chi up in the business

Flows in yo' dome in an instance
Hoes and them folks and the Mo's and the ki's and the fo's
and the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God!

[Chorus x2]