Ooo, oh my God

This that motherfuckin', that real

{KRS-One sample}

Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop

Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop

Of course we don't flip flop

This goin' out to the hardcore hiphop

Like my man said, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'll let you know who I fuck wit'

Who I roll wit'

(Verse)

Niggas I fuck wit' is the illest, baby gorillas

And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us

Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head with shots

Fucking lead gets hot, and leave them dead to rot

Top Dawg cuttin' shit up, like raw keys

Like I'm from Crystal Lake and my last name is Voorhies

Could have a niggas door keys and still gun it down

Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground

Run it clown, you know better, than to breathe too hard

Word to my kids I'll lеave you God

And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground

Slugs makе way by the ounce, so I must've put in a pound

At least! Gave it to another nigga for lookin

Money was dead before the slugs stopped cookin

Remember me, cause I'ma be there when they bury, you

And we'll just get it on in the cemetery

Haha, word up