[Verse 1: MC Ren]
n***as in the hood lookin at me crazy
Telling n***as that they wanna f** my old lady
Same f**ing sh** every day at 8 o'clock
n***a start my day off raisin off the co*k
I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt
Never knowin when a n***a might hit the dirt
I'm thinking, how in the f** can I get high quicker
Mix the blunt with some muthaf**in malt liquor
These n***as that I love, I don't trust them
But I stay close to them - In case I gotta do them
We from the same set, but that don't mean sh** no more
I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44)
My hoe be tellin a n***a to peel they caps back
Cause I know where them n***as hide they sh** at
sh** be on my mind, return a shot call
Broke as f**, it's about to get hot, y'all
[Hook: Bigg Rocc]
n***as starving while you're home with the mills
n***as k**ing while you're doin dope deals
Out flossing, throwing 100 $ bills
Time to set yo a** up for the k**
d**h of a shot caller, who can you trust?
It might be your number one n***a that bust
A cap, he's the next one to take charge
Smoke him and his b**h in his backyard
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
A n***a sitting on the curb
Here that n***a come bumping with the suburb
Got my n***as on point, same n***as he be f**in hoes with
And rolling up the blunts when he wanna get lit
Homie, when that n***a put the mutahf**a in park
That's the signal, little n***a, pump three in his heart
Don't feel sh**, cause it's real sh**, he a b**h
n***as in the hood doing bad while he getting rich
Off this sh** we be k**ing n***as for
Can't make a move unless this muthaf**a say so
n***a, f** that, I'm running this sh**
I'mma look him in his eyes when his punk-a** getting hit
But if you miss, n***a, I'mma k** you
Cause if he get away, muthaf**a, then we all through
f** three shots, n***a, add two
And handle what the f** you gotta do
k** the shot caller
[Interlude]
Man, you know we been smoking n***as for this muthaf**a
This n***a ain't paid us sh**, man
(I know, dog)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog
Man, gimme the gat, I - damn
Hey n***a, you got my muthaf**ing money?
n***a, f** yo money, n***a
No n***a, f** you
( *shots* )
Oh sh**, oh sh**...
Damn!
[Verse 3: Tha Chill]
These OG's got me twisted like twizzler
Got me heated and hot, and all I'm thinkin is k**in ya
Peelin ya cap back, like Starter, fool
I'm comin to get you n***as off my block, so I pack a full
Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs
Cause you know a n***a steelo, how I did them fools a week ago
One week pa**ed, I'm hearin you wanna wet us
When you see Ren, Rocc, Tha Chill, you're puttin on the jetters
What the f**? These n***as tryin to bust on me?
So I'm co*kin up the can and ready to make them do some gas
And do some flippin, and all that
Cause n***as out here shot call, get they a** jacked
And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk muthaf**s
Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that I buck
Ass down from Comptown, Mr. Shot Caller
Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker
Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner
Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya
Dumpin 9 to the gut like "n***a, what?"
This ol' BG big baller, f** the muthaf**in shot caller
[Hook: Bigg Rocc]
n***as starving while you're home with the mills
n***as k**ing while you're doin dope deals
Out flossing, throwing 100 $ bills
Time to set yo a** up for the k**
d**h of a shot caller, who can you trust?
It might be your number 1 n***a that bust
A cap, he's the next one to take charge
Smoke him and his b**h in his backyard