[Verse 1: Grinch]
My n***as call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a f** up
Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so n***a feel my pockets with the dollar
Cause J-Rocc keep the strap in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, your black a** really did it
Give Bone the microphone and let him k** it
[Verse 2: Bone]
Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' G from the hall so the maggot won't stop
And plus I'm packing punches always keep a good grip
My homies call me Bone from the Whole Damn Click
I live like a mack and keep the b**hes on my dick
You sorry sap sips still hanging on my sh**
Compton is the heart and that's where we all from
The jacking going on in the hood and in the slum
And don't be caught slipping while we dipping the 4
Cause Ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke them from the door
And then we make a dash and put that a** in the air
True checking done by the true f**ing player
I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock
Raining make them k** 'em cause I'm serving 'em spot
And that's how it's done I keep it flowing like a sailor
My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor
Then I call the Juvy cause I know we gotta Coupe
Don't worry about a damn we got the end, we getting loot
[Hook]
Laws are made to be broken up
What n***as need to do is start loc-ing up
[Verse 3: Juvenile]
Theny call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chilling in the spot
My n***as call me Bishop when I'm rolling with my Glock
The crackers call me bandit when I'm running from the cops
And the b**hes call me daddy when I'm tearing up the co*k
Yo the title's Mr. f** up so I figure that I'm f**ed
Got no luck, sh**, gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon
Cause I'm a n***a with a motherf**ing gun master planning
[Verse 4 :J-Rocc]
I'm a crazy a** n***a making motherf**ers fall
A n***a from the streets hanging in the f**ing hall
I place where we smoke bud and n***as get bent
And when it comes to music put on MC Ren sh**
Now everybody chilling and the b**hes getting freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Licking out my a** hole like a f**ing groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and call my n***a Juvy
Heading downstairs my n***as hand me a 4-O
Smoking the extension you know it's the indo
Now I'm feeling high like I'm sitting on a cloud
The dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foul
Beware of the n***a that they call J-Rocc
The party's going through but I still got my Glock
I'm watching for the bad apples in every bunch
And if it's necessary motherf**er we can thump
Or get a f**ing pump, put a hole in your chest
Slugs going straight through a bullet proof vest
Matters getting worse if I have to drop the dogs
Beat ya in your face yelling till ya hit the hall
So smalls, get your f**ing nine and your clip
And let these motherf**ers know what's up on the Whole Click
[Hook]