[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Listen, motherf** you and whatever you stand for
Shoot the club up, leave blood on the dance floor
n***as can't score, the game is f**ed up
That ain't true, Ruck, that's just your dumb luck
Stupid a** n***as, Ruger blast n***as
Roll the kush, light it up to and pa** n***as
You still a** n***a, shoot the fair one
To constitute your style I got the right to bear guns
So I walk around town with the pound strapped down
Back a n***a down, slap him with a round
n***as claiming they kings 'til I clap in in the crown
Now he the court jester, we laughing at you clowns
Laugh now, cry later
You kiss my a** goodbye but I'm back, hi haters
Welcome to Bucktown USA
Where I slap n***as using the trey-eight all day