[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]

I've been in the cut like snip snip

If you hear the gun go click click, then ya dead

My plan is to have about six kids

Get my girl thick as biscuits from lil' Mrs. Baird's

Also make a whole lot of dough

But still remain what be floatin' in commodes

My lil' homie see my matrimony

Say he want one, but got so many hoes

Look, he don't really know that if you free the pigeons

He'd be livin' way above them weak conditions

He been reachin', I be leavin' hella propositions for him

Wishin' that he'd listen, but it's hard to pay attention when you on the hoes

But buddy in the club all religious, he get vicious

Whеn it come to gettin' digits, he gon' hollеr at the thickest

Make her feel like he the richest if lil' baby is a vixen

Her legs in the air like Eucalyptus 'fore she go home

But everybody leavin' unfulfilled, when the thrill

Of the night is built on

Something fishy and you feel it in your gills

It ain't real, but you keep on

Swimming out the pond towards the field where ya don't belong

And you still ain't healed from the last one that had you

In ya heels big-steppin' towards destruction

[Interlude: Eric Jamal, Ras Austin & Choir]

You see (Fe-fi-fo-fe)

If it's between me and you, brother (This is what destruction sounds like)

Heh, I don't think I can lose, brother (Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like) (Tryna find my way)

You see, this thing called life, uh (Fe-fi-fo-fe)

We only get one of those (This is what destruction sounds like) (Tryna find my way)

And if you get in the way of mine (Fe-fi-fo-fe, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

[Verse 2: Ras Austin]

Woah, pardon me, huh

Blood clot cloggin' my artery, huh

Gunshot straight through the heart of me, yo

Breathe, breathe, come on, need a breather

Walkin' towards the light as my conscience bereavin'

Told you more than others, you a lover, not a fighter

Tryna be a gangster, shoulda been a writer

Always wondered why the negativity excite ya

I'll be damned my next life end up like ya

Tryna find a kid and as I reincarnate

That'll one day listen to my wisdom, for heaven sake

Was tryna guide you godly, you got in my way

You a pain, but it hurt to see you die anyway

[Verse 3: RioLoz]

Somo de otra tela, don't compare us, nunca, never (Uh huh)

We can do it adonde sea como quieras (Uh huh)

Pick a place anywhere, esto te llega (Uh huh)

Talk to me nice, no soy cualquiera (Quiera)

Llamo a Tobe cuando estoy en Texas

Oye, hermano, vamo a cambiar el planeta

Real players from the South, it's nothin' better (Uh huh)

Mobbin' with my dawgs, feelin' like the GoodFellas

Bringin' back real rap, transcendin' trendsetters

And the bongo go (Go), uh

In the slums all day, I was standin' in the hallway

Slappin' like (Like), uh

[Interlude: Eric Jamal, Ras Austin & Choir]

Fool me once, shame on you (Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like)

Fool me twice, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom (Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like) (Tryna find my way)

If you my brother brother (Yeah) (Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like)

Then I need you to tell me somethin' (Yeah) (Fe-fi-fo-fe)

Tell me the truth (Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) (We now return you to regular programming)

[Verse 4: Taj Austin]

Come as a rich soul but go as a rich man

That lived on earth, whole thing, why pick land?

If that's your purpose, I'm just sayin'

We made it through mud and quicksand

Tell me what I am if not a real one

Since a lil' one, shootin' the fair one

Traits of greatness run in my veins like heroin

Vessel, grand plan in a manifesto

Of dreamers who voice now seem ancestral

My young souls huntin' ya dreams, haunted by goals

I remember strugglin', wantin' money to show sufferin'

Watchin' Moms support a humble abode

Now it's my place to humble the bold (Bold)

[Interlude: Eric Jamal]

My, my, my, heh

From niggas to gods

[Verse 5: Eric Jamal]

Blessed to be blacker than an African

In a world where they tell me I'm inadequate

Yeah, you got some nerve, you got some nerve

Ask me why I walk around with attitude

Four hundred years, I was born to be mad at you

Born as a radical, you must think I'm Boo-Boo the fool

I see how you move, you try and play it cool but you hot

I'm kissed by the sun, a flower child pulled from his roots

Ya schools lied about the soil I'm from

Like, when did I leave and branch off my family tree?

We come from the dirt, the mud, we was meant to succeed

Was brought overseas to serve, but that's not in our breed

Coast Contra will forever be kings

History repeats

[Outro: Choir & Ras Austin]

Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like

Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like (Tryna find my way)

Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like (Tryna find my way)

Fe-fi-fo-fe, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah