[Verse 1: Lyte]

Show up where you live ho

Send 'em in your crib-o

My killers ain't little, size of a hippo (what?)

Stretched like a limo, turnt to a cripple

Give no fucks, turn this wife to a widow (sorry)

Bimbo puttin’ out a kiddo

I'ma get this motherfucker poppin' like a pimple

Spark it like a Zippo, target is your temple

When I get to busting with the biscuit better limbo

It's simple, no lip ho, I'll rock you like Kimball

I heard that you've been talking reckless (agh, reckless)

Keep playing with me boy that's a death wish (agh)

I'ma bring your whole block down like Tetris (agh)

Let this marinate in yo head, it is a beast

Fuck what you say, got a fetish for beef

He ain't doing shit! Say it again and I'll end this, capisce?

No peace so please hold these nuts

Never been scared of the police once (nope)

Hanging these motherfuckers like trophy bucks

Eat 'em and shit 'em out like Yoshi's lunch

I'ma show these chumps, no bitch in my blood

Yes you a pest! Boxelder bug

And I stay with the metal like a welder does

And I'm bustin' off shots like Elmer Fudd (hahahaha)

Or Marvin the Martian ham

Squeeze that clip 'till the carbon jam (ten hut!)

Yes I'm in charge, I’m the sergeant, fam

After the green like a Spartan fan

When the cartridge slam and your cartilage rip (rragh)

Soon as I spark this bitch, my target hit

Beg your pardon bitch, you don't want to start this shit (start this shit)

[Chorus: Lyte]

Bitch we hella deep! See we mobbin' with a bunch

And you don't want this beef! It ain't no problem to get touched

Better watch how you speak! 'Cause you doin' way too much

And we really in these streets! Get that smoke like a Dutch

And that's the last straw and I'ma smash y'all

'Cause y'all don't want it with me (don't want it with me)

'Cause I'm a problem, I'm a problem

I'm a problem (problem, problem)

You gon' see

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]

I'm a problem, boy, I be with the shit

They want to figure me out like arithmetic

So when I pull up on 'em niggas quick to split

When I click click niggas be shitting bricks

Risk-Risk-Risking it (risking it), I be taking chances

Don't do loans, don't do advances

Rather lay a nigga cold on the canvas

Me and Wes killing from Cleveland to Kansas

When I brandish niggas vanish

They confused 'cause they can't understand this

How I manage, I'm a savage damage

I'm a natural, they can't plan this

Should've known better than to follow with the OG

Nigga think he know me but he really don't know me

All up in my business making moves on the low-key

Not my friend, you are not my homie, homie

Type of nigga keep a rocket in his pocket

Niggas mouths' running like a leaky ass faucet

Speaking on my name get you laid in the coffin

Playing silly games will make you a target

Raw shit, hard shit, how you want to call it?

Burner is a problem who wanna solve it?

None of that buster shit I'm involved with

Just don't trust a trick, that's real boss shit

[Chorus: Lyte]

Bitch we hella deep! See we mobbin' with a bunch

And you don't want this beef! It ain't no problem to get touched

Better watch how you speak! 'Cause you doin' way too much

And we really in these streets! Get that smoke like a Dutch

And that's the last straw and I'ma smash y'all

'Cause y'all don't want it with me (don't want it with me)

'Cause I'm a problem, I'm a problem

I'm a problem (problem, problem)

You gon' see

[Verse 3: Stevie Stone]

You enjoying your karma

You heartless, a bother, rage and dishonor (dishonor)

Only way we can solve it, faded apartments

I'm blazing your garments

Yeah! Big dog when I come 'round (What?)

50 deep, we can breeze through (skrrt)

Real niggas don't talk much, but I can't wait 'til I see you (huh)

Small talk can get yo head cracked

I be hands on, that how we do (yeah)

All my niggas they be all active and all black and here's a preview

We can get you hit up (huh), dry nigga wet up (wet up)

Bet y'all niggas are bound, we never let up (yeah)

Slapped y'all niggas around, you can't get up (yeah)

Bad bitch sitting around, you get set up

Move cautious! If it's beef I'ma come real deep

On the street, light niggas won't like it

This round trip priceless

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

[Chorus: Lyte]

Bitch we hella deep! See we mobbin' with a bunch

And you don't want this beef! It ain't no problem to get touched

Better watch how you speak! 'Cause you doin' way too much

And we really in these streets! Get that smoke like a Dutch

And that's the last straw and I'ma smash y'all

'Cause y'all don't want it with me