[Chorus: Indo G]

Get it planned what you pay

Gon' break 'em off

Post up with decay

Gon' break 'em off

Let 'em know who da boss

Gon' break 'em off

Now leakin' hot sauce

Get it planned what you pay

Gon' break 'em off

Post up with decay

Gon' break 'em off

Let 'em know who da boss

Gon' break 'em off

Now leakin' hot sauce

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]

BLAY!

Standin' in the acid rain

Skin meltin' off my face, you can see my veins

Clothes hanger up his nose, pull out some brain

Rap the .45 through his teeth - chitty bang bang

Niggas meltin' like salt poured on a snail

Slice your pupils, have your bitch ass needin' braille

Eat a sack lunch in a fuckin' whole sale

Pay my lawyer with cocaine and post a damn bail

I'm Lord Infamous the villain, come with me to hell

Break down the Thrax and snort me a wicked rail

Pulled up with my playa partner pumpin' pistol grip

Erase the whole strip, walkin' with a gangsta limp

Don't make me trip

Run up with the Mossberg, heads tossed on the curb

Bitch don't you say a word, this shit can get absurd

Run up with the Mossberg, heads tossed on the curb

Bitch don't you say a word, get your fuckin' face blurred

[Chorus: Indo G]

Get it planned what you pay

Gon' break 'em off

Post up with decay

Gon' break 'em off

Let 'em know who da boss

Gon' break 'em off

Now leakin' hot sauce

Get it planned what you pay

Gon' break 'em off

Post up with decay

Gon' break 'em off

Let 'em know who da boss

Gon' break 'em off

Now leakin' hot sauce

[Verse 2: Indo G]

Breakin' up outta the fog how kids washin' 'em with these ways

I ain't talkin' 'bout no chicken, the Chinese get me explained

Framed like I'm Hussein, I'm a bad ass mane

They scared to see me shine now that's some goddamn shame

I'm a full grown pit, you boys is like chihuahua

Meat in a Chinese buffet, you gon' get ate

Slaughtered like Texas Chainsaw Massacre nigga

Breakin' the best in the game but I took a chill pill stackin' my figures

Boy it's hard in these streets, knee-deep up in this game

If I don't hustle; I don't eat, can't front you nothin' mane

Brain see the fuckin' snow, bitch the show must go on

Wrong place, right time, do or die 'bout me and mine

Crime pays, ounces, pounds, bricks, niggas catchin' cases

Over the phone, leavin' traces all up in yo fuckin' matrix

Watch ya nigga, watch ya bitch and watch ya blood

When shit hit the fan, it's just you and the fuckin' judge dummy

[Chorus: Indo G]

Get it planned what you pay

Gon' break 'em off

Post up with decay

Gon' break 'em off

Let 'em know who da boss

Gon' break 'em off

Now leakin' hot sauce

Get it planned what you pay

Gon' break 'em off

Post up with decay

Gon' break 'em off

Let 'em know who da boss

Gon' break 'em off

Now leakin' hot sauce