[Produced by Budd Dwyer] [Verse 1: Norman Atomic] Mother f**er pa** the buck Or should I say bucks? I could give a f** about ifs, ands, or buts You still getting cut because this is a team and you not with us We summing up funds We funding our sums To you this is work, to me this fun Atilla the hun Dread what we become We chewing up CEOs and spitting out bums We never stuck in a rut Norman Atomic is pissing that mud Riding clean in the muck Diamonds gleaming in my semen Get the meaning? Now she screaming "Put your seed in my gut" I'm like: "s*ut, you f**ing nuts You best believe I'm about bust Get on your knees and please just s**" What? You got a problem with it? Well, I could give a f** I'm finna pluck you like a flower pedal Drop you back down to that bottom level [Verse 2: Anthony Mars] My ambitions as a rider, I'm a shotta bumping Pac and Biggie Give me the loot, give me the loot Or you can meet this semi Listening to Em while I'm smoking and I'm popping pilli's Switch it to Weezy sipping sleazy thinking about a milli This that dirty south, cracker, junkie that you heard of Pill popping, armed robber, always talking slurred up Chopped and screwed sipping juice f**ing love that syrup Sick f**, psycho goonies, no them meds won't cure us This New Orleans, k**ers lurking, maybe rob a tourist Lord forgive me if I'm slipping and the haters burn us I just don't know no other way, Scrimmy always f**ed up