[Verse 1: Mac Dre]

It's Mac Dammit Man (dammit, man) comin' through brandishin'

Chop Suey, got a buck knife in his hand

Finishin' the shit that them suckas start-a, they shoulda oughta

Knew that I'm comin' harder

Fully aut-a, shot a whole lott-a

Niggas tryna cut quick, cramped in the Nada

I'm a rider, Cutthoat general

In '84 I said "Fuck it, I'm in it now

I'm killin' now, letting motherfuckers know."

I'm a pimp, quit actin' like a fucking hoe

You ain't know? Bitch niggas get played

Razor sharp game, cut you like a switchblade

It's Dre, waking up your family

15s cutting in your driveway, they can't stand me

Paint candy, looking like a Blowpop

I'm so flamè, nigga, it don't stop

[Verse 2: B.A]

Fuck driving, let me out when I slide through

I drop love like souls in a ten booth

Fucking with your hutch's mental, like I'm kin to her

But I'm just a diehard pimp girl, into her

Nickname Kazi, or call me B.A

I'll send two hutches with your wife right with me

I know

They say I'm crazy but I only drink white unless I'm with a snowbunny

So let's get the Remy, get the Belve, act stupid

I'll slide through in a fly coupe with two cute ones

Keak da Sneak plus Mac Dre the homie

I'll be damned if the hutches think they got something on me

Ho it's real, my life is ill

We send em, see what's in em and get inside they grill

[Verse 3: Keak da Sneak]

Still highly reactional, still a killa wit murder flow

Still screaming "Allndadoe"

(?) since '94

Cause that's a trademark, nothing but bravehearts

Feeling's mutual, (?) muthafucka losing crucial

Collect the dough, been in here since 9 and still counting it

Smoking by the pound, you niggas still quarter ouncing it

Dry cut let it melt down bouncing it

Nine hundred thou' for my kids allowance

I'm drunk as fuck so I hit the loaf and bouncing it

Still gifted and talented, from a notch to a bad bitch

Get more then yo ass kicked depending on how mad I get

Gillette razor dagger shit I'm leaving faces like (?) bitch

I'm from mind over money and murder and mannish shit

Without a sign, will hurt up or end up in some tragic

You wanna shine? You ain't fucking with us then who you wit?

That's the perfect way to get yo wig split

[Verse 4: PSD tha Drivah]

Um Hum

The turf nigga, vest up under his shirt nigga

Doing dirty, call me dirt sniffa

Like a dirt dauber, get down foul then I'm hurting potna

Ending shows on my foes, call me curtain dropper

Can't you tell from the dirt in my nail

From down south to my turf of Vallejo?

Addiction to this mail is somethin' worser then yayo

Make a nigga hotstpot something worser then hell

Riding GMC Denali with no Ls, wood and digital video 4 12

Possessions are under a zip of weed no cells

For personal need, give me the fine with no jail, no jail