[Intro: Project Pat, Crunchy Black & $lick $loth]

Point me a tone, right point me a tone, right

Point me a tone, right, dead at ya dome, fool

Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool

Point me a tone, right, point me a tone, right

Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool

Point me a tone, right point me a tone, right

Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool

Easy come, easy go (Run that shit, mane)

Easy come, easy go

$ui-$ui, $carecrow, $ui

$care-crow, $ui, $ui, Grey

'Bout to fucking—

[Verse 1: $lick $loth & Krayzie Bone]

Run up on a fucking pussy, kill him like nobody love 'em

Grabbin' the shovel, wrap him in bubbles

Schizophrenic lunatic, cold-hearted motherfucker

Run your mouth, bitch, run your mouth

All these fuckin' rappers front, talking shit behind your back

They shake your hand, then hit the blunt

You see the difference with me?

I grew up with the G's in the West Bank streets

Running drugs up on my bike when I was just thirteen

Every day another fight, but I was scared to bleed

You beat my ass? You better kill me, I'll return with the fleet

Cut 'em, gun 'em down and nothing, beat the case in a week

If nobody do no snitching, they ain't got shit on me

Murder, murder, mo' murder, mo'-

Walking free, (Murda) while you dead (Murda) covered up in a sheet, bitch (Mo' murda)

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]

Pull up wit' the motherfuckin' TEC, pull up wit' the motherfuckin' MAC

Pull up wit' the motherfucking sack full of green

What you mean you ain't gon' smoke this shit with me?

I smack a rapper with the backhand, then tell him to get his own P

What you know about me, ho? Grey is what I be

I got Ramirez in the cut, and he stay ready to cut, yeah, bitch

I got Christ in the cut with the shotty pumpin' and ducking

I got Navi, I got Blackout, I got SixFo, I got Stunna

Now what the fuck you wanna do? I just gotta call up a number

[Verse 3: Ramirez]

Think about a murder, reppin' triple six is unheard of

Stalking through the fuckin' night, and killin' these bustas

So, what's heard of?

$lick is grippin' on the Mossberg, Oddy on the TEC-9

Run ya mouth, I'll bust your spine and end your motherfuckin' life

Got these bodies floating where the river turns grey

Fuckin' with the '59? The bullets from my new revolver gettin' sprayed

Suckin', duckin', grippin' on my motherfucking tone

Punch you in the fucking face, stab ya brain with your nose bone

[Outro: Project Pat & Crunchy Black]

Point me a tone, right

Point me a tone, right

Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool

Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool

Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you, ho'

Point me a tone, right

Point me a tone, right

Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool

Point me a tone, right

Point me a tone, right

Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you, ho'

Point me a tone right

Point me a tone right

Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool

Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool

Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you, ho'

Point me a tone, right

Point me a tone, right

Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool

Point me a tone, right

Point me a tone, right

Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you ho