[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]

Put 'em in the air, motherfucker, or pop back

Show me that that gun work, you talking is like that

'Cause I'ma take everything, to the engagement ring

To a little Italian bags, the whole ba-da-bing

Sheek on his pirate shit, 1 patch, 1 room [?]

Working out, eating salmon, on some diet shit

Waiting for niggas to cock back and try it shit

Fuck that, I go to war with the blue suit

Just for fun, I clap at niggas that's too cute

Eat a dick, you ain't saying nothing slick to a can of oil

I used to run around with a stick and [?] foil

Had to fall back, 'cause my mama blood pressure would boil

Used to roll with Universal, but that shit was [?]

Now with Cotch, I think I'll cop everything

I don't play, I aim at your head and say

Nigga

[Verse 2: J-Hood]

I take everything you got, like a nigga on [?]

[?] shit flip twice, and put it on my man [?]

I ain't asking you for shit, [?] make you come out [?]

P Miller style, uh, I'ma see if he 'bout it

I want everything, bitch, strip down to your socks

Just for thinking you can fuck with J-Hood and D-Block

[?]

You already know what it is, nigga, you [?]

You used to having [?] now it's owned by me

[?] fuck back before I call Louch and P

I don't need to at all, I handle y'all on my dolo

Y'all disgusting with this homo rap, it's fucking up my mojo

I done took everything, y'all could possibly give

Shut your mouth and be happy, that I'm letting you live

Split your head like a cantaloupe, and slice up your [?]

[?] lyrical precision, [?] stay with the [?]

[Verse 3: Styles P]

Take everything you got, like you gave it, nigga

Catch you at the A.T.M., go in your savings, nigga

Or else get hit with the shit that I'm waving, nigga

Give up your cable, nigga

Or I'ma make sure you disabled, nigga

Not able to move, or able to speak

That's how it is if a nigga ain't able to eat

I could see the victim in him, the bitch in him

While I get the money, I [?] in him

Sentimental nigga, moving slow, gun butt him in the temple, nigga, tell his ass hurry up

Or we gon' hit him in he stomach with the pump

Let it dump till this man thinking he throwing fucking curry up

You know the ghetto real, you know the motto

We get them fore they get us

Bury them for they bury us

Never put my shit away

Blow a splif away

Asking them bitch niggas, wouldn't you like to get away?