[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I put out serial k**er hits, David Berkowitz
D.C. sniper, no politics
Just hollow tips
Comin' from my whole direction
I ain't the mailman, but I will send a message
Gansta sh** is on a whole 'nother level sh**
Wipe out your whole family, Charles Manson b**h
Milk carton missing, they put out an Amber alert
I've been the realest n***a in it since child birth
So call the police 'cause you n***as know me
I got k**as from my hood and they hungry
And they paid in full, 75 racks
This year I'm laying the smackdown, Project Pat
[Hook] (x2)
I came up from the streets n***a with the street n***as
My team winning we dont accept defeat n***a
We treat haters like drums we gon beat'em
They say the wrong words we gon delete'em
[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
Yeah, I'm in the booth with Juice J up in this b**h
No escaping the whip I'll get you stomped in a trap
Double cup, pink stuff, stink stuff, think tough?
If you want to b**h, pardon the strape
Pointing mine at any target I'm at
Talking like he shouldn't breathe any longer than that
Walk in Militia with me and carbon and gat
n***as so milk til I carton the cat
Wiser now with an Einstien, four five nines
They got me with a hypnotized mind
Sippin mine purple as wine thinking my dime grind all the time
Its the time look at the time run
Rhyme looking at lines cooking to find mine
Ground drips and the shine crooked as crime
I'm on 1 2 3, eh f** it I'll run 5
They gave me the ball straight then caused it to line drive
You haters is all late, I'm reppin the 3 6
Bronx all day, YMCMB b**h
NYC to the Tennesse b**h, you a f** n***a blame it on the Hennesey b**h
M-Gang, ask 'bout the n***as he with, Hash, Coke, Pop Dolla$ is with me b**h
I be on the street you be on that street sh**
Young Money Cash Money til I'm in a deep ditch
[Hook] (x2)