[Intro: Koopsta Knicca]

Yeah you know what I'm sayin, these lil flodgin ass niggas

Come down on lower level actin like they hard

Off the street ass punk! yaint bout shit nigga!

Bring that shit to the floor nigga

Got 4 mo muthafuckin days nigga

Go get yo ass delt with biatch!

Nigga gone get yo mufuckin ass put in a piledriver nigga

Bring it to the floor muthafucka

You can't fuck wit dis pimp nigga (woof woof grrrrrrr)

Don't get yo ass put into a motherfuckin piledriver

Like I said aaaaa

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

It started out in 201 lock down, me and Paul in a holding cell

Waitin' to use the fuckin phone, waitin' to get a fuckin bail

Some people think 201 is just a place for cops and robbers

Niggas still smoke weed constantly, passing dollars

Mace in your face when it's time to get buckwild

Cause lawyer fees are high as hell, payin' these can't even help my trial

So while I'm thinkin' to myself, a nigga walked right up to me

Lookin' me up and down with a frown, smellin' like a bottle of Crown

But I dont give a fuck cuz this hoe gon' make me make the news

For shankin' niggas in the neck, whippin' guards and takin' shoes

He threw up a gang sign, I turned my back, didn't pay him no mind

And when I looked around again he threw it up another time

I said "Yo wassup fool, is there somethin that you're tryin' to prove?"

I ain't wit that gang shit, he smiled and fired up a Kool

Walked a little closer to me, I'mma pull them dreads up outta his head

He didn't show no violent act but in a low tone this is what he said:

[Hook]

Killa, Killa, whatcha gonna do?

Get blessed in the red or get blessed in the blue

On the 34th floor they got them G's claimin true

So whatcha gonna do, young killa

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

Ya gotta have somebody watchin' somebody else

And them watchin somebody too

While you watchin everybody cuz they ass is out to get you

No matter if you in the dope game or the rap game

Or what situation you're in my friend

There is no such thing as a fuckin friend

Maybe you out to get them, secretly they out to get you

Can't no love be in yo heart, by the way fuck these hoes too

You know they just as devious as negros

That ho don't love yo ass damn fool, if you was broke she'd blow like smoke

And fuck these police ass niggas, snitches pull the sword

Stab you in ya back for a muthafuckin reward

Junky muthafuckers sittin down at the precinct

Lookin at pictures trying to indentify a nigga

On the realla man, this game is so filthy

And everybody guilty, niggas start to tripping

So keep extra clips, see

Man, trust is somethin that I never had much faith in

Cuz fuckin' wit niggas you will end up in the state pen

[Hook]

Killa, Killa, whatcha gonna do?

Get blessed in the red or get blessed in the blue

On the 34th floor they got them G's claimin true

So whatcha gonna do, young killa

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]

Yeah, aww shit they shine them blues up on my candy

They said somebody done dropped the dime but these playa hatas can't stand me

And now my burbons on the record at about eleven

In the back of the car, Im hope'n I see tha 9-7-11

.45 they done brought that dog

Me and Crunchy eye to eye while chris be stuffin his draws

I heard a rumor that damn hound done found my stash pot

I had four juice 'o blow and a infared on my .40 and a Glock

Aww fuck, we on our way to the duece 01 [201]

This shit was cool to rap about but now it ain't so fun

But little do they know ben's made friends

I had to spend plenty of em but we ain't seein no payin at least this shit

[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]

Nigga let me ask you are you really down wit yo gang

Or when you get locked up do that shit change?

Now I'm comin real, tryna know the deal bout you killas

Are you just some sheisty niggas that hang around drug dealers

When yo ass be locked up, hoe do you be like doin chores?

For so cockin that you in like BD's and Vice Lords

Let this lady kick some knowledge for niggas that's full of flodgin

Its guaranteed to get fucked up by them real mobsters

Killa killa killa whatcha gonna do, is yo color red or blue

You fucked up, you gonna get stuck up because you ain't true

For that simple reason, found you shakin, bleedin, in yo cell

Now yo ass done bought a one way ticket to a burnin hell

[Outro: Crunchy Black & DJ Paul]

Yeah for you niggas that's thinkin that 201 is a joke

(a muthafuckin game)

You muthafuckas (watch you back nigga)

A nigga need to work that trunk ho

Rock man, rock man let me get some rock man

(rock man pass the muthafuckin Kool-aid bitch!!)