[Styles Paniro]
Yo, yo I could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signs
Young ^!$$%s think they hungry then you feed em a nine

Might kidnap they $$# start feedin em swine
So I don't feel bad when I gut em like a pig
Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big

You hear the attitude I say $#&@ being humble
You act like a animal you stuck in the jungle
^!$$%s don't care if I'm poor or rich

So I don't care about these ^!$$%s and the law and %#@!
And I'll probably get shot for being a wild ^!$$%
You'll probably get shot for being a foul ^!$$%

Let's talk about slugs and the drugs we deal
Boys fight, men kill, get they money and chill
Real recognize real I aint sayin a word

Doin 80 in the M that means I'm stayin in third
With a (*##$ playin shottie AK in the third


[Sheek Louch]
Don't worry bout what I make worry 'bout can you escape
Cuz when I bust my guns bring more action than roll take

Nickel your hallway, I got aim from far
Y'all can't see me like the tints on the president's car
I know ^!$$%s don't like me and my friends wanna flip

That's why I'm on some extra all about Sheek %#@!
Your money, Sheek %#@!, your (*##$, Sheek %#@!
Only thing I'm gonna share is these bullets here

(*##$ $$# that's for frontin now don't say I never gave you nothin
I'm greedy, go head, don't say I never saved you somethin
Pack gun ^!$$% but don't want no stack

I drink straight liquor til I forget where I'm at
I don't play no games ^!$$%, drugs my 'cupation
In a building hustlin that's Sheek's play station

Mother$#&@ers wanna ride by and ice grill
Change that to ice dick, show me mother$#&@er that you can kill


[HOOK: Styles Paniro]
17 shots in a clip, 28 grams in an ounce
Everybody bounce, 26 inch hues on a truck

36 O's in a key, everybody ree
Murder One felons with the glocks, 24 hours on the block
Bodies gettin dropped, 5000 ^!$$%s actin live

5000 ^!$$%s gotta die, everybody better ride

[Jadakiss]

Y'all ^!$$%s better find out who's your man
It don't work in the hood you could fool your fans
Few bullets in your jeans soon to ruin your plans

Then I show up at the wake and boo-hoo at your fam
If you like me you never'll fail
Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead or in jail

And I aint really got much but I'm up on cats
And Kiss don't just spit I throw up on tracks
Double R now (*##$ you see the princess cut

I'm in a 2000 big boy the tense is up
Y'all ^!$$%s is soft, catch me with the semi
Underneath the Fendi, sweater, skully, and scarf

Make sure you don't say nothing to Jay
And keep your dirt, I don't smoke nothin but hays
I'ma do this the old way get it while I can get it

As much as I can get then I'ma go my own way

[Drag-On]

Ayo I keep my guns like laundry
I dump a load, make ^!$$%s fold, watch em die, and let em drip dry
Gon spill pints from ^!$$%s, my rapid fire put ^!$$%s in black attire

Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt
I live eternal, cuz if Drag pass away
I'ma come back with wraps on my face, blastin an eighth

February 8th, that's the day
You better cop like it's crack, or get masking taped til you suffocate
(*##$es, y'all gettin your feelings hurt

2000 I aint $#&@in no more, I'm makin (*##$es jerk til I squirt
All my (*##$es work, like upside down from the poles
Lift that skirt, give this dick what it's worth

Double R, see the icicles on the chest
Hungry ^!$$%s come snatchin, I throw bullets run catch em
Ruff Ryder scene Drag the fire
But we could take it swingin them irons til the bangs is flyin


[HOOK x2]