[Intro: SCUM, Borey & Developmental]
Lyrikal Snuff Productionz here
What do we have?
Big Borey
Woah woah
True Killa
Yo
FDRa
What
SCUM
Right
And Lynch
Yeah
Uh, yo, the fuck else do you need
Warning, do not mix LSP productions with anything
It's dangerous
It's hazardous to yo god damn health
Be fucking right
Fuckers, fuckers, fuckers, fuckers
[Verse 1: Borey]
Don't fuck with the label
It ain't nothing but heavy hitters and killas up at the table
Breaking bread with the mobsters, plucking busters like cables
We damaging whole cities, disastrous like tornadoes
It's a plethora of motherfuckers to work with
We hit all angles and have a punk-niggas shirt split
Jerk quick with the nine it's a sure fit
Love the way the twelve-gauge will twist a nigga up perfect
Nigga we bomb on our foes
Every one of us got nuts and we stay on our ten toes
From Bloods to Vice Lords, GDs to Crips
It's mad Russian's with clips and rats is getting chips
We dips five deep into sixty-five link
Smoking that purple ink, leave your body to stink
Lyrikal Snuff Productionz is hazardous to the touch
If you fuck with one of my people your family is getting fucked, punk bitches
[Chorus: Lynch & Truekilla]
This is a warning
LSP we don't play, so just be cool, now watch what you say
A warning
Stay up out my dots, don't make 'em reach back, put one in and ah, they hot
A warning
A fool will not know, it's best you not test or I just move slow
A warning
You's a number one king, all respect due to LSP
[Verse 2: SCUM]
Let me warn you motherfuckers, LSP don't fuck around
If you cross us you would force us to deposit you in the ground
In a trash bag, not a casket 'cause you're talking all that trash
Smash your face in with the hammer, stash your body, take your cash
It's a warning
LSP is like a fam, if they running up on Borey I be running up on them
Gonna be squeezing the trigger finger, MAC will spray and they will pay
If you plot against [Rotilla?], better pray 'cause we don't play
Stay away and don't approach us if you don't approach with love
Come with hate and meet your maker who be watching from above
If you fuck with [FDRa?] who produced this banging beat
I'll delete your whole existence as I hit you with the heat
See, your feet up on your shoulders means your ass is in the trunk
Fucking punk received a warning, blew it off and lost a chunk
Of his torso when I blast him with the buckshot from the gauge
So don't take this warning lightly, if you do you'll feel our rage
[Chorus: Lynch & Tru Killa]
This is a warning
LSP we don't play, so just be cool, now watch what you say
A warning
Stay up out my dots, don't make 'em reach back, put one in and ah, they hot
A warning
A fool will not know, it's best you not test or I just move slow
A warning
You's a number one king, all respect due to LSP
[Verse 3: Tru Killa]
You said a warning, shit, I ain't giving 'em a chance
Catch 'em fresh out the pussy while he's slipping on his pants
So I could fill 'em full of slugs while he's reaching for his lungs
'Cause that's how killers do it, cold-hearted, no love
You fuck with LSP, that means you fucking with me
And I'm the type to take a chainsaw to your family tree
Do you worse than Joe Pesci got done on Casino
While we get away smooth, make moves like Al Pacino
We're sharks in this game, your whole crew full of guppies
We're pack of Pitbulls, y'all are French Poodle puppies
Don't don't nice mug me, I don't play like that
I'll put my fist through your chest and make it come out your back
If I want you bad enough I'll strap a bomb to my gut
Give you a big bear hug and blow this motherfucker up
Lyrical Snuff in this bitch and we don't give a fuck
It's a Killa on the cut, now what
[Chorus: Lynch & Truekilla]
This is a warning
LSP we don't play, so just be cool, now watch what you say
A warning
Stay up out my dots, don't make 'em reach back, put one in and ah, they hot
A warning
A fool will not know, it's best you not test or I just move slow
A warning
You's a number one king, all respect due to LSP