[Intro: Crunchy Black & DJ Paul]
Ayo, what's up DJ, man?
What's up?
Man, you won't believe the shit that happen to me last night, man
What?
You know, I'm ridin' down the street, man, nigga came and just stuck me for my shit, man
What?
Yeah, dawg
Man, fuck them hoes, man, I'm on my way over there, don't talk no more, we on these hotlines
Alright, handle that
[Chorus: DJ Paul & Crunchy Black]
I'm loadin' up these Lugers, thugs ready to ride
My boys ready to ride, these bitches ready to hide
I'm loadin' up my Lugers, thugs ready to ride
My boys ready to ride, these bitches ready to hide
I'm down with these Gs (The night before)
And they down to roll (The night begins)
My Gs down to roll (What happen to others)
My Gs outta control (What happen to my friends)
I'm down with these Vs (The night before)
And they down to roll (The night begins)
My Vs down to roll (What happen to others)
My Va outta control (What happen to my friends)
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
There's nothin' that you hoes can do, I've been through much harder
Niggas drop fools like seafood off in water, niggas
I been pullin' triggers, bustin' since the quest, nigga
Two dope Cutlass drivin', put somethin' in your chest, nigga
These boys think they are in the clear
Just let a nigga speak somethin', say somethin', jump, sing somethin', nigga
I got ten thousand dollars on your death, nigga
Ain't no deal, bitch, I'm deeper offerin' wealth, nigga
Any nigga that get this boy head
Call up Hypnotize office and let me know this nigga is dead
I don't care if you feds, I don't care if you police
You wanna make this green? Make this nigga rest in peace
I ain't playin', bitch, I'm down with a klan
I'm down with a klan called the motherfuckin' Killa Klan
Scan and Mack Prophet Posse gon' react
Thugs from the Southside, put somethin' in his hat
[Chorus: DJ Paul & Crunchy Black]
I'm loadin' up these Lugers, thugs ready to ride
My boys ready to ride, these bitches ready to hide
I'm loadin' up my Lugers, thugs ready to ride
My boys ready to ride, these bitches ready to hide
I'm down with these Gs (The night before)
And they down to roll (The night begins)
My Gs down to roll (What happen to others)
My Gs outta control (What happen to my friends)
I'm down with these Vs (The night before)
And they down to roll (The night begins)
My Vs down to roll (What happen to others)
My Vs outta control (What happen to my friends)
[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
It's my goal, my goal in this fuckin' bitch
Now nigga gon' die if he already tried shit
Try shit, die bitch, die bitch
In a ditch is where your motherfuckin' body's at
You and that fuckin' bitch for plottin' shit
Y'all done plot up on the wrong motherfuckin' clique
We claimin' 666 in this motherfuckin' bitch
And now y'all got us loadin' up some shit
Kickin' in some doors, pushin' on some floors
And now you got us lookin' for your ass, boy
It's hard for me to be a MC in this game
It's hard for me to understand, I fuck with pain
It's hard for me to picture how it was
In my eyes, I picture nothin' but blood
In blood, my love on the pavement
Oh, Lord, I think they may mistake it
[Chorus: DJ Paul & Crunchy Black]
I'm loadin' up these Lugers, thugs ready to ride
My boys ready to ride, these bitches ready to hide
I'm loadin' up my Lugers, thugs ready to ride
My boys ready to ride, these bitches ready to hide
The night before, the night begins
What happen to others? What happen to my friends?
The night before, the night begins
What happen to others? What happen to my friends?
[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
It's a murder plan, serve, hurt a man
Do him in quick, drop his corpse in a can
Broken hand, Satanic techniques creep
Sweep him off his feet, commence to boxin' that bitch
You say you want to rumble with the rough Koopsta
Slugs bust sluts for the Mafia (Mafi-ya-ya!)
Duck from my clutch 'fore your blood kicks quick
Pimp shit never miss if me shoot that bitch
Mentally insane, there's no hoe up in my brain
You might say that I'm deranged when I blow out your brains
Man, I ain't playin', don't test this bitch
Shit, I walk between the spaces of the mornin' and the darkeness, bitch
Ripped up, chopped down the yellow sick road
'Cause a hoe choked, bust nose, kill a hoe
So hear the little drummer beat, switch here to lose it
Preachers in the news, satanic cartoons, fool
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I'm loadin' up these Lugers, thugs ready to ride
My boys ready to ride, these bitches ready to hide
I'm loadin' up my Lugers, thugs ready to ride
My boys ready to ride, these bitches ready to hide
I'm down with these Gs and they down to roll
My Gs down to roll, my Gs outta control
I'm down with these Vs and they down to roll
My Vs down to roll, my Vs outta control