[Verse 1: D.C.]

You bring your knife to a gun fight, nigga get your mind right

Fucking with DC I send that ass into the next life

Have niggas laughin' at you, mashin' on you, talkin' shit

Smack you up, black you up, tack you up, now picture this

This nigga all on stage lookin' raggidy taking mine

I say no words, I play it cool, then I introduce Tech N9ne

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

And if you niggas wanna bang

It's all Jesus ain't nothing but a thing

Vill life motherfucker Tecca Nina

Leaving every bitch nigga slain

[Verse 3: Dalima]

Call me [?] criminal individual hit 'em with a four

So low under investigation by haters that wake mo' show

For the igga nay I'm [?] all of my oney may

Players get busted when haters discuss it, they shake

Lit makin' hooligans with the lyrical more grand

Lookin' over my shoulder for murder again

I heard my kin got popped up over a girl man

Never been a friend to a foe, a "yes" to a "no"

But I stay blessed like pope, make a nigga guess where I go

Yo, we down 151 bottles of rum quick

Performin' on beat, keeping it rockin' like some drum sticks

Label the [?], yeah, making this your first down

And if you got game chop it up like a pound

Knockin' dust to the ground town no for the mentally verbal assassin

With the D to the L-O-C yelling "We keep on blasting"

I'mma get up in it with lyrical games

Steadily hell he better be wearing a name

Creep with the milla heat under my seat

Cause haters on

[Verse 4: D-Loc]

"Why they want to hate us" is what I'm thinkin' up in my mind

That's the same reason why these bustin' igga nays are steadily die

Your people cry, cause they don't know half of the story

Is two sides to everybody's fall

40 deuce finna take 'em all like school time

It's a road call, all you player haters gon' pairs

Got mad cause you got embarrassed

Now you want to tear my head off cause you jealous (Why?)

Is it because I'mma verbal damage it?

Simmer up in the image makin' all my spinach off of selling cannabis

D-Loc and Dalima, the positive the opposite they struggle live

Now that we debated all these haters always lookin' at us

On the rage what we gots to give

Boy, this other nay I'mma k [?] and alima day [?] put dirt on my [?]

But ya ain't stoppin' no kind of progress

Mob threats with a sideback

Hating got yourself walkin' in Dalima's starting on another project

Hating on me? Look at the buddha blastin' with the G

Sick to the H-A-S to the E, repeatedly comin' to comin' to repeatedly bitch

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

These young hooligans be fucking 'em like (POW-POW)

Anybody player hatin' on, Mitchell Bading they gettin' (FUCKED UP)

Bitches all be like (WHAT WHAT)

When I hear a nigga (BOP BOP)

If you ever fuck with one of my villains your ass is gettin'

(FUCKED UP)

These young hooligans be fucking 'em like (POW-POW)

Anybody player hatin' on, Mitchell Bading they gettin' (FUCKED UP)

Bitches all be like (WHAT WHAT)

When I hear a nigga (BOP BOP)

If you ever fuck with one of my villains your ass is gettin'

(FUCKED UP)

[Verse 5: D.C.]

This city life how can I get past it

Is scandalous, hectic, drastic and even got to [?]

How can I escape these snakes I was told to keep faith

Catch a new case some on the run to a new state

I'm livin' real fine, my mind constantly undoing time, smoke me some weed, cut up some green got the finner rhyme mister GC

These kids sold and I can tell (Tell)

And thuggin' ain't make it and tell me what would we prevail

A threat to all you broads

[Verse 6: Tech N9ne]

That's become a nigga that hates, so Nina

I've been around the world and I-I-I

That's where my grass is greener

Than the next man, when I'm lecturin'

While had me off in your best friend contraceptin'

Leave it left there, face down, ass up studio westin'

Niggas be mad at me, could it be my lyrical strategy

And they wanna get staticy

Would me and my villains be fuckin' they bitches' anatomy?

It's a lot of niggas vill life'ing on 'em

We tote guns and you knifing on 'em

When I call rogue dog

Best believe, my niggas be bitin' on 'em

But the Tech N9ne like

Of off in the midwest limelight in a rhyme fight

Comin' at 'em be the champion, bitches' asses I'm strapping on

Dalima, D-Loc, DC, Tech N9ne, shit's recorded

Young niggas, such loyalties shall be rewarded

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

These young hooligans be fucking 'em like (POW-POW)

Anybody player hatin' on, Mitchell Bading they gettin' (FUCKED UP)

Bitches all be like (WHAT WHAT)

When I hear a nigga (BOP BOP)

If you ever fuck with one of my villains your ass is gettin'

(FUCKED UP)

These young hooligans be fucking 'em like (POW-POW)

Anybody player hatin' on, Mitchell Bading they gettin' (FUCKED UP)

Bitches all be like (WHAT WHAT)

When I hear a nigga (BOP BOP)

If you ever fuck with one of my villains your ass is gettin'

(FUCKED UP), nigga!