[Verse 1: Kuniva]

Now people I live trifling, I express it through writing

If you can't feel it, then I must express it through fighting

And I just bought me a new gauge and added on a new knife

And I strike people so fast, niggas think I threw lightning

Clash with a few titans, blasted a few hype men

Been harassed by two dykes who wanted lou pikner

Plus you know I'm too violent, to be out with you whiling

'Cause as soon as you driving I'm a spit a few five ones

And I love to Kuniv' son, and you left a live one

I know how to hide guns, from skinny to wide ones

Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns

You looking for hoes, and up in here you going find none

You niggas done tried once, and you can kiss my nuts

You soft little dry cunts, get stomped till your eyes shut

No time for the wild ones, I'm writing these five words

"Fuck you dick riding niggas," count it, it's five words

We deep as a motherfucker, we 'bout to get it crunk

You just another punk in the club about to get jumped

I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas

We dont supposed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us

Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle

Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble

[Hook: Mr. Porter]

I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games

I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain

I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

You know all I really wanna do is fuck

I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up

And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

[Verse 2: Swift]

I throw a brick at your crib, have you standin' on the porch

Screamin', "Look what you did!" I ain't feelin' no remorse

Nigga just pick up the kids, and Swift got first dibs

With these cherry hot slugs that'll barbecue your ribs

I'm preparin' deathbeds, quick to bust lead

While I'm starin' at the Feds, tearin' off they legs

Once you drop dead they'll be swearin it's a plague

I'm sicker than a coke rastafarian with dreads

You get shanked if you move, ditched with no clues

Don't put shit on yo' tape but yo' skits and interludes

And once I finish you they wouldn't put it in the news

I'm nuts so you hoes ain't got the GUTS to interview

I don't give a fuck if we beefin or not, I'll squeeze first

I'ma heat up yo' spot, I'm a nigga that breathe dirt

On these streets every day, snatchin niggas yay

How you bitches needin work, you can get it from McVay

[Verse 3: Proof]

Missin since yesterday, perfect just for rape

See I'm on judgment day, numb from special K

Two tabs of X and vitamin C

Swallow Hennessey along with Tylenol 3

Grindin the teeth at the signs of the E

I lost six days at a time in the week

The crime in the street hold your parents for ransom

While D-12 gang rape Marilyn Manson

In twelve hours we blow a pound of the chronic

Barf up my stomach linin', drown in my vomit

Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on

I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom come

Show you machine gun funk, sixteen M-16's and one pump

The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaws

Have you running out this fucking club in your drawers

We lovin' the broads, there's nothin' to applaud

But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in us all

[Hook: Mr. Porter]

I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games

I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain

I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

You know all I really wanna do is fuck

I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up

And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

[Verse 4: DMX]

The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment

The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked

(Aight) The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle

The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble"

The snitches, the odds (Uhh), probation, parole

The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole

The cell, the bus, the ride, up North

The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts

The fightin', the stabbin', the pullin', the grabbin'

The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened

(What?!) The two years in a box, revenge, the plots

The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not

(Uhh!) The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile

The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you

(Damn) The days, the months, the years, dispair

One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer

My wife, my kids (Uh-huh), the life that I live

Through the night, I was his (Uh-huh), it was right, but I did

(Uh-huh) My ups, and downs (Uhh), my slips, my falls

My trials and tribulations (Uhh), my heart, my balls

[Hook: Mr. Porter]

I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games

I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain

I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

You know all I really wanna do is fuck

I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up

And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned