Featuring C MurderFiend
[C Murder]
Say twins you know how we go do a $#&@ing show

Get that (*##$ rowdy how crazy they be acting out there
^!$$%s can't control theirself be like uh
They call me C Murder and I got TRU tagged on my mother$#&@ing back

Ever since I started rapping all my real $$# ^!$$%s come and follow my lead
Got my balls and my word ^!$$% ask Young Bleed
We come do a show in your mother$#&@ing city

They call me the baddest cause No Limit act %#@!ty
Beats By The Pound make them ignant $$# beats
When a ^!$$% like me bring the %#@! to the streets

Because the ghetto is my home ^!$$% I'm ghetto raised
I'm unpredictable ask the ^!$$% with the braids
My mother$#&@ing music be jumping out of record stores

^!$$% where's your proof mother$#&@er check billboards
To all my tank dogs that's bout it
Then throw off your set and get this mother$#&@er rowdy

Chorus
We be No Limit ^!$$%s and we bout it
We come to a club and get the mother$#&@er rowdy x2

[Kane & Abel]
6 shots of hennesey I'm feeling right in this (*##$
Hit the dash flow off Mike start a fight in this (*##$

I got the crowd jumping gangstafied %#@! pumping
Tell that (*##$ and that hoe I'm trying to do something
I cracked the optimal open in the middle of the club

Don't give a $#&@ about the popos ^!$$%s smoke some bud
Let's go half on a 40 sack show me some love
I stucked a pistol in the club for them wannabe thugs

TRU ^!$$%s smoke dank all the way to the bank
All the hustlers picks the baddest so love to bank
Kane & Abel kick butt knuckle up don't give a $#&@

We bout it and I'm gon' get this mother$#&@er rowdy
Chorus x2
[Fiend]

I was dropped from the clouds above given a gat and some slugs
Killing whatever bugs that ain't a soldier does
For the love of drugs half of my paper go to bud

Ebonic you speaking in the club uh ^!$$% what
Everytime I buzz the tank does when I it
With the type of skills to knock a baller off his pivot

I admit it I'm one of the baddest that ever lived
You ain't seen nothing wait till I'm full of that %#@!
Take a pull of that %#@!

And you can meet the pieces

My ironic thesis first heard on a player's leases

Lyrical adhesives making these ^!$$%s meet Jesus
I guess we just got them to pieces like greases
To my tweakers it's a piece of dope you was needing

My vocals got wannabe slugs bleeding
It's believing get you tore up by my shotty
Fiendzotie forever bout it staying rowdy

Chorus x3
[C-Murder talking]
Yeah another example of that gangsta %#@!

C-Murder in this (*##$ Kane & Abel the F. I. Fiend
%#@! just another mother$#&@ing day another dollar
Get it right cause we bout it peace