(feat. Tha Chill)

[VERSE 1: MC Ren]

^!$$%s in the hood lookin at me crazy
Tellin ^!$$%s like they wanna $#&@ my old lady
Same $#&@in %#@! every day at 8 o'clock

^!$$%, start my day off raisin off the @@#!
I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt
Never knowin when a ^!$$% might hit the dirt

I'm thinkin, how in the $#&@ can I get high quicker
Mix the blunt with some mutha$#&@in malt liquor
These ^!$$%s that I love, I don't trust em, but I stay close to em

In case I gotta do em
We from the same set, but that don't mean %#@! no mo'
I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44)

My hoe be tellin a ^!$$% to peel they caps back
Cause I know where them ^!$$%s hide they %#@! at
%#@! be on my mind, return a shot call

Broke as $#&@, it's about to get hot, y'all

[CHORUS: Big Rocc]

^!$$%s starvin while you're home with the mills
^!$$%s killin while you're doin dope deals
Out flossin, throwin 100 $ bills

Time to set yo $$# up for the kill
Death of a shot caller, who can you trust?
It might be your number 1 ^!$$% that bust

A cap, he's the next one to take charge
Smoke him and his (*##$ in his backyard


[VERSE 2: MC Ren]
A ^!$$%'s sittin on the curb
Hear that ^!$$% come bumpin with the suburb

Got my ^!$$%s on point, same ^!$$%s he be $#&@in hoes with
And rollin up the blunts when he wanna get lit
Homie, when that ^!$$% put the mutah$#&@a in park?

That's the signal, little ^!$$%, pump 3 in his heart
Don't feel %#@!, cause it's real %#@!, he a (*##$
^!$$%s in the hood doin bad while he gettin rich

Off this %#@! we be killin ^!$$%s fo'
Can't make a move less this mutha$#&@a say so
^!$$%, $#&@ that, I'm runnin this %#@!

I'ma look him in his eyes when his punk-ass gettin hit
But if you miss, ^!$$%, I'ma kill you
Cause if he get away, mutha$#&@a, then we all through

$#&@ 3 shots, ^!$$%, add 2
And handle what the $#&@ you gotta do
Kill the shot caller


Man, you know we been smokin ^!$$%s for this mutha$#&@a
This ^!$$% ain't paid us %#@!, man

(I know, dog)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog
Man, gimme the gat, I - damn

Hey ^!$$%, you got my mutha$#&@in money?
^!$$%, $#&@ yo money, ^!$$%
No ^!$$%, $#&@ you

[shots]
Oh %#@!, oh %#@!...
Damn!


[VERSE 3: Tha Chill]
These O.G.'s got me twisted like twizzler

Got me heated and hot, and all I'm thinkin is killin ya
Peelin ya cap back, like Starter, fool
I'm comin to get you ^!$$%s off my block, so I pack a full

Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs
Cause you know a ^!$$% steelo, how I did them fools a week ago
One week passed, I'm hearin you wanna wet us

When you see Ren, Rocc, Tha Chill, you're puttin on the jetters
What the $#&@? These ^!$$%s tryin to bust on me?
So I'm @@#!in up the can and ready to make them do some gas

And do some flippin, and all that
Cause ^!$$%s out here shot call, get they $$# jacked
And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk mutha$#&@s

Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that I buck
Ass down from Comptown, Mr. Shot Caller
Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker
Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner
Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya

Dumpin 9 to the gut like "^!$$%, what?"
This ol' B.G. big baller, $#&@ the mutha$#&@in shot caller

[CHORUS]