[Intro: C-Bone. & Lil Cheezy]

Yeah, yah

Back up in this bitch

For the ninety motherfuckin' six

Ninety-six on these hoes

(Yeah, ho)

E.L.G. in this bitch

Back in this biatch

With your FN, layin' your funky tracks on y'all hoes

Know what I'm sayin'

Steve A

No doubt, for about this shit like this

[Verse 1: C-Bone]

Niggas best beware of that motherfuckin' villain

It's time to buckle up, so prepare for the killin'

Livin' in this world of madness, you don't know the feelin'

It's time to grab my Glock and make a rocket for the million

Creepin' on your ass, with that mask, what you wanna do?

Boom is that sound, shootin' rounds now on top of you

All my road dogs down smokin' pounds, it's that nigga who

Don't give a fuck, test your nuts, catch a slug, fool

Nigga with the mind full of crime, don't be guessin'

If you fail to see him, then a bullet you'll be catchin'

Always packin' a weapon, so keep steppin', don't let it happen

You know they talkin' shit, just my lyrics start to cappin'

C-Bone is in the house and it's no doubt, I'm finna sew shit up

As I take shit over, walk right over, then I fold you up

Pass the sack and drink the Yak, and let my niggas roll it up

Now we gettin' smoked out, now my Locs get loced out

Scopin' out the victim for the stang

Mane, you know I'm still up in this bitch

Niggas from down South, we so gap with this gangster shit

Nigga, best believe it's about that cheese and then I'll rob you, trick

Grippin' on my Glock, pop, pop, pop, nigga, that's my shit, I'm slick

Raise up off these players nuts, shank you, I don't give a fuck

Nigga, we can slang, throw them thangs, what the fuck is up?

Rockin' the fuckin' microphone, that nigga straight from Tennessee

Psychopathic, schizophrenic, bitches cannot fuck with me

Trizzick on my dizzick, ho, stop swingin' on my fuckin' nuts

Keep on talkin' shit, I just might stick you in your fuckin' guts

Niggas shankin', now I think it's time to blaze that B-U-D

Now I'm high, really high, a hustler in reality

Enter the asylum of a motherfuckin' lunatic

Introduce you to my tone, let's get into some gangster shit

Nigga with the mind full of crime, I'm about to click

Shots out to you player haters 'til you give me somethin', nig

Back up off my dick because you know, you cannot fuck with this

Leave your body burnin' in a motherfuckin' crucifix

[Interlude: Lil Cheezy & C-Bone]

Yeah, like we said before, we still up in this bitch

Yeah, this shit don't stop, you know what I'm sayin'

[Verse 2: Lil Cheezy]

Up early in the mornin', rollin', tokin' swisher blunts

Thinkin' to myself, how can I get this junt crunk?

Light up another blunt, now I'm feelin' super straight

Player hatin' bitch type niggas, who I really hate

So I had to meditate, just to keep my mind right

If I don't, it's gonna be a killin' after midnight

Pimp type lyricist, buster can't fade this

Leave your body in a grave, talkin' all that weak shit

Come and get your wig split, but you ain't

'Cause you can't step to a psycho, thought I let you know

Once before we let the bullets flow

Got the rap game sewed up, hold the

Stick up, now it's time to click up

Bang, bang, shoot 'em up

Bloodied up your fuckin' guts

Trick, I thought I told you, don't you ever try to test my nuts

Creepin' through the front door, slowly, like a fuckin' sniper

Hyper, than a motherfuckin' fired piper

Silence, violence, is all that I think about

One, two, three, four punks that you read about

It be Lil' Cheezy in the back, that nigga with that three eight Gat

Keeps that motherfucker packed, just in case these niggas act

Like they wanna hustler hate, I'm tryna feed my fuckin' kids

I'll be damned if they don't eat

Try to take what's mine, you trick

Any end will have to take to split a punk-ass nigga's dome

Pop a hater with my chrome, take off my mask so I could be known

I don't give a fuck, got shit to lose, I just go buck

You feel the ooze, ain't had enough, now catch the blues

My shit is rough, you knew the rules

Before you stepped to a pimp type niggaro

And I ain't scared, to go toe to toe, to let these bitch-ass niggas know

It's gon' take a murder case to put these tricks up in they place

Lock you in my Chevy, will bump for E.L.G., keep chiefin' skunk

Players get your fuckin' Gat, 'cause you know the robber's back

It's so black out for these punks, 'cause Little Cheezy gettin' it crunk

[Verse 3: Playa Fly]

Everlastin' gangster player bound to reach the fuckin' top

S.P.V. is backin' me, bustin' wide player lock

Niggas down from Jackson bumpin' tracks and keep us taxin', ho

Blinded by their whiteness, got you frightened on that goodie dope

Dirty Dudd and Gangsta stayin' rizzaw and inflictin' pain

Player from the shower, full of powder, coca fuckin' caine

Gettin' it crunk and get the drank, full of funk, roast a bitch

Down to make a dollar, don't you holler, buster, follow this

S.P.L. is super thick, clickin' quickly, fulla blunts

Now that Playa's on the scene, tell me, did Fly get it crunk?