[Verse 1: Buddah Jones]
Now you f**ing with some n***as that'll come kick in your door
Put that pistol in your mouth and rape your b**h right on the floor
This is what the f** you get if you mistake me for a ho
We don't play that sh** around my way in case you didn't know
n***as grew up in the slums and we got nothing to lose
Tie your a** up by them strings on your motherf**ing shoes
I promise you my n***a you won't even make the news
Cut your fingers off your dick and snatch your f**ing dentals too
Now you n***as think you f**ing bigger
But not bigger than my trigger
Talking all that f**ing sh** and too geeked up off all that liquor
Now you got a n***a pissed
My pistol got the f**ing hiccups
Light your a** up like a Swisher
T-shirt with your f**ing picture
f** you n***as talking it but how you got the phone
b**h I'm chopping bodies up and letting 'em ride off in my trunk
And them cannons hit like 12's the way them motherf**ers thump
So before you step this way just make sure this is what you want
[Verse 2: Mr. Sisco]
Murder, murder, murder, murder
k**, k**, k**
f**ing with me, drag your a** to the field, field, field
We Keep it real, real, real
You a p**y with a deal
f**ing with us, you'll get k**ed
And believe that we for real
I'm Illuminati, dressed in all black for your a**
Black ski mask
Black n***as jumping out that black van'
n***a this is backlash from all you n***as talking trash
Best believe we coming first, f** n***as coming last
Switch the tempo with the quick fo'
When I'm spitting motherf**er better get low
If he don't wanna get ghost
Make his crew comatose
Sending shots to his head like a motherf**ing toast
If he don't wanna roasted
Better sit back and get toasted
n***a we won't go for the ho sh**
Cause f** n***a we focused
No joking, b**h I'm smoking
Never slipping, always on my f**ing pimping
On my grind, gotta get it
You could be on Fox missing
Snatch your soul, like abortion
While I'm sipping on some Tim Hortons
Blew it out of proportion
This is just a friendly warning
[Verse 3: Gabriel Prentis]
n***a get your a**ed robbed, f**ing with the Mafia
Talking all that talk my n***a what the f** is stopping ya'
Get ate up like Tilapia, gun sound like the opera
All my n***as on the rise, they know us like we popular
Beat your a** with them hands, rob your a** for them grands
Hit up the weed man just to cop a couple grams
Riding with my sword, n***a make my day
If I see that you got what I want all you hear is the gauge
Click clack, hands go up, give me that
All that, black mask with my goons
Pap' pap', one wrong move, lay flat
On back, all black, in your tomb
Not about that f** sh**, all about them bucks b**h
But I ain't from Milwaukee, better keep your sh** tucked b**h
Just pulled another B&E
I'm off the weed and that O.E
Damn I got the block hot, but my name ain't Weezy
Better lock your door, cause tonight could be the night
Get robbed for everything, including your life