(*talking*)
These n***as gon bleed, pa** me the weed
These n***as gon bleed
[Hook: Big Pokey]
These n***as gon bleed, I just hit em with that thang and it freeze
Good that I did my deed, so pa** me the weed
So I could slay, another MC
These n***as, ain't f**ing with me
[Lil' O]
I represent the born in k**ers, from the land of the trillest
Drug dealers thug n***as, who specialize in kidnapping squealers
Gat concealers, drillers for scrilla through outfed gorillas
We bust back with bazookas, just to make sure they feel us
Like Attila the Hun, k**ers with guns leaving you numb
Loving nothing, but b**hes and funds
Give me your ones, for fun you'll get annihilated
Pull the nickle fine plated, both his eyes dilated
Yeah the Southside made it, how you love that
I know you n***as hate it, but you can't f** with that
Lil' O, better known as Fat Rat with the cheese
Triggas squeeze, on all the South's enemies with ease
[Hook - 2x]
[Lil' O]
I hit your block like Jeffrey Dommer, eat a n***a a** up
And what click you claim, I could give a fat f**
You touch my fast bucks, I'm at your front do'
Quicker than a fast nut, with that blast and that buck
Rob-rob murder-murder, k**er cap peeler
Slug feeler hit list, dump a n***a in the ditch hit
You b**hes it's bidness, you know I'm saying
So when you see me out the roof, cause you know what I'm spraying
And you know where I'm aiming, I proceed at your toes
And I make my foes fall, like wars at Jericho
Get greedy with calicoes, jaw breakers and body blows
Flying feet to the nose, multiple bullet holes
Like a h**n overdose, or too much c**aine in your nose
I got that heart stopper flow, the chart topper glow
So start with Lil' O, best believe I draw heat
A monster mind sh**, b**h it's all about me
[Hook - 2x]
[Lil' O]
Ain't no discussing, we issue concussions for nothing
Redrumming like Russians, hitting boys like percussion for thinking that we bluffing
Cause it ain't nothing, to get these triggas crushing
n***as rushing for they sh**, but it's too late they got hit
Try the Glock greeders, certified block bleeders
Heavyweights from Texas state, smuggle top flight cheeba
In the drop top beamer, with a top notch diva
Thugged out diamonds shining, with my hand on my heater
These n***as act like senoritas, so I slap them all
And I know it breaks your heart, that I'm back to ball
But the fact of it all, is that I still won't stop
From this day forth, the rap game is now locked