[Chorus:]
Who da f** you playin' wit
n***a get hard boy or get smacked like a b**h
b**h get hard hoe or get whooped like a n***a
[Lil Wyte]
Oh sh** they done f**ed up unleashed the beast
My lyrics flowin' with danger and without love for the streets
I have to pay attention to everything that I say
Because these punk a** f*ggots and b**hes take the sh** the wrong way
So I'm gonna lay my cards out face up so you can see 'em
Leave your bottom dollar on you cause that's all that you'll be needin
Grip your glock, call your shots, grip your nuts, and call the cops
When its anna I don't see that there is any reason to stop.
[DJ Paul]
You see I just got the pistol gripped AR-15
And its still shootin' f**in two-two three's
From 200 yards I still got my enemies
Hit your pine out, but make a b**h n***a bleed
My Marty Griffin shootin five football fields
.50 cal some [bleep] don't wanna feel
With my Baretta CX-4
Rung your doorbell pop your a** through the door.
[Chorus]
[Juicy J]
I done told you cowards I ain't goin' for this sh**
That you talk on your mixtapes, he say-she say bullsh**
Radio play n***as all on the air talkin about Hypnotize ain't treat him fair
Check your contract and tell em where your funds at
Ballin' out in ATL smokin weed and sippin' on dat cognac
Ain't no b**h, b**h I'ma have to tell you
Ain't no rap, ain't no n***a in a gang or a crew
Goin' stop this Playa from gettin my cheese
If I'm sellin' coke, ki's or chronic kinds of weed
What'cha know about standin in a courthouse
'Bout to get judged by 12 white folks lights sent us out
What'cha know about n***as in the hood ain't changed
If you turn your back your main n***a put a bullet to your brain
What'cha know about dissin' on the CD, that's old
Cause I told you b**hes I goin no more
[Chorus]
[Crunchy Blac]
If a b**h talk sh**, she can s** a n***a dick
If a n***a wanna fight, he can bring the f**in sh**
n***a know who I'm with, Triple-mothaf**in-6
You can think that I'm playin, but I ain't playin b**h
I can give it to you slow, I can give to you quick
If you b**hes want some more, then come and get it b**h
Got a whole bunch of bullets, and I promise I'll spit em
n***a know CB from the \"One Hitta Quitta.\"
[Frayser Boy]
Know some real, know some fake
Got some love, got some hate
Know some with it, know some cowards
Some smoke weed, smoke snort powder
Some ride Chevy's, some ride 'Lacs
Some sell pill, some some crack
Some them thieves, some them k**as
Bay Area attack
Ain't no biz if you want to k**
Then make your f**in move
Damages when I get ya n***a doin what I do
Get my point across when I'm masked up and ride out
Packed your bags, mashed the gas, best to best to hide out b**h