First Verse (Gangsta Blac):
No prisoners kept in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up
And virtually fightin' our shadow thinkin' it's them in the cut

No more of my time to waste
No more pre-judgin' my face
Ain't nothin' but a mugg on my jug, hopin' my score been erased

They hated, maybe replaced, or make it better someday
Cuz we can't hack what they scratchin' to buildin' cars in our face
You had your chance to be real, instead you mappin' out your death

No more of ehedin' nobody cuz we can do it ourself
Cuz it's ???, or try to camoflauge me
Like I ain't seein' %#@! clear, cuz clearly %#@! gone see "B"

No more of fakin' devotion when soldiers turnin' it out
My congregation is caught up in bein' real, no doubt
I'm the provider for them, can't be around and not down

Even when sleepin', I'm thinkin' of other ways for me now
To go and get it for us, and we ain't got it no more
What's in store?

Me and my onlys make it known it's no more
!#$%!!!!!!
[talking by Blac & Fly]

Second Verse (Gangsta Blac & Playa Fly):
(Gangsta Blac)
No more of stressin' me out, no more of this and the other

No more of upside-down smiles, to cut by you suckas
No more of smokin' your weed, no more of jonesin' for that
Instead I'm grillin' you villains like they gone keep up the laggin'

No more attackin' my pride, never again hold it in
I buck it once 'fore I duck, trick will get stuck to the vent
No more of thinkin' my talents gone be insured for a mil

Cuz if it was, my cuz, came up and do it foreal
No more of dealin' with hoes, I'd rather have me a (*##$
Cuz she ain't %#@! from the start, just keep her slick with the dick

No more of hard-head grindin' that %#@! round the trunk
Too used to gettin' what I want, so I'm gone keep this %#@! blunt
No more of layin' in the road, for you to walk over mud

And disrespectin' big Chug, and weigh you lazy in mud
Keep it away from me please, no suckas stoppin' E-ski
And we ain't takin' no more, so Fly you tell 'em the D

!#$%!!!!!!!!!
(Playa Fly)
Flizy just can't take no more

Overboard I'm bout to go
Funk and drank and dank you under the table like I did before
Seven, nine of ninety-eight

Playa Fly gone hit'cha straight
With somethin' you don't wanna feel the funk so you ain't gotta wait
Trait like I'm flaugin' cuz I'm mobbin' over broken hearts

Movin' all my mini-Minnie Mae Mafia to hit the charts
How you gonna stop us now? With all this, Funkytown we bound
S.P.V. I'm bound, until I die then Playa Flizy down

First the A and four and one
Who's the one be wantin' some?
Not the suckas stink, but get'cha straight when all their body numb

Can't compact the garbage that you start producin' orally
I roll my windows tightly 'fore it really start annoyin' me
As much as I'm enjoyin' this, and ALL the weak B.S. you spit

My windows already rolled, so you know this dizays overwith
So hit the horn, keep goin' man
Blac & Flizy in demand

No more Flizy can stand
So smashin' power like a windows man
!#$%!!!!!!!