Released on June 4, 2013

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[Hook: C.Ray]

See how we came to make shit bang

Whether you're cripin', bloodin', pimpin', thugin', servin' the fiends that yang

Yeah

See how we came to make shit bang

Whether you're bloodin', cripin', puffin', sippin', chronic and Alizé

Yeah


[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]

Hit em in the brain!

When niggas already bang on motherfuckera so lethal

Run up on anybody wolfin', I'm finna be puttin' a foot up in niggas, murderer makin' 'em feel evil

The life I teach you

Mind filled with sick thoughts but I see my no equal

I've seen people

Die in the middle of their life now there's no sequel

Move into the hallway quick

Doin' like everyday all day shit. All 'dey wit

Twisted Insane 16 in the wind and it all 'dey shit

Pull up at the river when I toss that shit

Back to the spot to get off of that English

I was on Venus

Dreamin' that I had an alien bitch fuckin' suck on my penis

Hop in the 'Lac through the back throwing

Straps and the brain full of yac like fuck

All of these niggas. Pull up on a corner right

Here and test 'dey nuts

Bodies is fallin'

The lord is callin' it's time to leave us

Who do you believe in? Jesus!

Well it's time for you to go bring me Jesus!

Nigga now leave us

While I sit back and sip of my brew

I get too much love anywhere that I go and

That's whether you Crip or Damu

Who would have ever knew?

That this 40 oz brew would have a nigga hella ill

I will just call your bluffin' if you actin' tough for me

There's nothin' for me to just kill;

But nigga that's real!


[Hook: C.Ray]

See how we came to make shit bang

Whether you're cripin', bloodin', pimpin', thugin', servin' the fiends that yang

Yeah

See how we came to make shit bang

Whether you're bloodin', cripin', puffin', sippin', chronic and Alizé

Yeah


[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]

I'm all in

Motherfuckers better fall in

Mind but'chu run about the time

When i'm comin' through your line

Just to fuck your bra skin!

Mind feelin' like a load of rifle

Spiked with a little bit of nitro

Typed in the middle of the night kinda like a

Base fiend wit' a pipe; so psycho!

Drunk wit' a

Gang with these killas' who split nigga's brains

We punk with a

Trunk full off

Bullets that wizz through the wind like pew!

Then bunk wit' her. Mmhmm

They can be fried like burgers and fries and hot grease

Not me. I be in 'da in wind like the

Little tin man on Monopoly

Oh

And they call me a loose cannon

Mind's hella fucked up but I do damage

Cuckoo for cocoa

Like Randy Savage but I eat a nigga real quick like fish sandwhich!

Wasn't like I needed Peter Parker in the dark;

What the? Oh shit, hold up right there

*Phone Conversation*

Hello? What's happenin'?

Dey's here to pay you 1000 more for one more show

Oh yeah come through it's all good

Alright

Okay for sure!

*Hangs up*

Look i'm right back in, oh look

Now who would have ever knew?

That this 40 oz brew would have a nigga hella ill

I will just call your bluffin' if you actin' tough

For me there's nothin' for me to just kill;

But nigga that's real!


[Hook: C.Ray]

See how we came to make shit bang

Whether you're cripin', bloodin', pimpin', thugin', servin' the fiends that yang

Yeah

See how we came to make shit bang

Whether you're bloodin', cripin', puffin', sippin', chronic and Alizé