First Verse (Threat + Insane):
(Threat)
For my doggs, Southside, Westside I ride
Eastside, Northside, the Menace back Worldwide
With plans of takin' over, soldiers be deep in the street
Slangin' heat, nothin' sweet, playin' games for keeps
Many thugs out in the blood, six deep in the mud
Worldwide, I'm ready to ride and show my n***as some love
I'm still in it to win it, every single second in a minute
Black Menace to the finish, heart dark like windows tinted
Finished Menace Entertainment, steppin' I represent it
Government it for life, so let, that be the sentence
Strap provin' relentless in battle with camoflauge
Still at large, takin' charge, dogg I'm holdin' bars
(Insane)
Down with my rounds, Lil' Insane breakin' b**hes off
Still that same n***a that bought the liquor to set the party off
Got some weed, smoke it n***a, don't get busted with that sh**
If you smoke it hard and claim you loaded boy you need to quit
Make it happen Captain I ain't come here for no conversation
Came to get some p**y, smoke some weed and do some paper chasin'
Weather bakin', if you hate me, oh fa sho I'm whoopin' a**
Chase you out the parkin' lot and have you mashin' on the gas
Kinda fast, gotta get the f** from round these real n***as
You the type of cat that pull your gat and never k** n***as
Foreal n***a, saw you once before with all that fake hatin'
Beatin' on your girl cuz she was on my dick, booty-shakin'
Talkin' all that sh**, cuz you knew the f**in' club was crowded
Got you outside, looked in your eyes and knew you wasn't bout it
So uh...
Chorus (All):
Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it
Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it
Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it
Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it
Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it
Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it
Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it
Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it
Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it
Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it
Second Verse (Tim Smooth + Geronimoe):
(Tim Smooth)
Never, ever, ever, ever
I never leave my gun on the seat
b**h I come with my heat
I'm a wild muthaf**a, just one n***a deep
f** a crew, nobody loves Tim, times is hard
You get, one true friend, minus God
And then they wind up tall runnin' off at the trap
Act a a**, guardin' the cross and that's a wrap
Matter of fact, when n***as can't tap your hat
We react by shankin' everybody at'cha shack
]From Algiers on back, to the heights of the Terror-Town
Movin' your lips and you gettin' flipped every round
Pound for pound was back in the days
Not actin' your age, cuz back in the days
You afraid, ain't no n***a gone murder Tim
He got noise I'm servin' him
He got boys I'm servin' them
Swervin' in with my grip, and intent to hit
Any n***a disrespect and they feel this sh**
(Geronimoe)
Now n***as with the slick beefin' be the reason
b**h n***as wind up with they sh** leakin' from b**h speakin'
My n***as gat totin', smokin' n***as on contact
f**in' with me, you f**in' with n***as bout combat
I'm that, that n***a co*k it or pop it
I spark it the dark, and b**h I walk it like I talk it
Dawg it's that muthaf**a fa sho, n***a its me
Geronimoe, Pigeon-Town, baby Seventeenth
Where these gangsta, gangsta n***as, doin' they thang
Hoes shank them, sank a n***a, now let 'em hang
Seventeenth hoes about theirs
Look Uptown and Downtown, get out that n***a get out the way
Man these G-Hounds from G-town
Come through, better be down
Then you see now how we clown
This U.P.T. Bound
Them G-rounds make a sweet sound
f** around up in P-Town
I creep round where you be found
b**h come back, look at me now
n***a what?
Chorus (.5x)
Third Verse (J-Dawg):
Now from the East bank to the other side of the water
Look at the side of the club and see the other side of your daughter
Like when this beat come on, she came on the floor and get buck
Like the verse on the truck, watch her back that a** up
I can't pa** up, the opportunity to get with it
Then I'mma watch her while she pop it, like she want me to hit it
So now I'm dancin' with her, askin' her to jet when I leave
Crankin' up a session in the corner, blessin' the weed
I'm all in, ain't got to spend, cuz the Hen on the house
Do me a favor Baby, dump your boyfriend and we out
Don't talk about it, be about it, now is you rollin' or what?
And tell that n***a to get the f** on cuz he holdin' us up
Now open the side door, jump in the ride, holdin' the weed
She don't smoke, but she like Georgia so I'm blowin' her jeep
You on next, you know what come next, removin' our clothes
Her eyes red, from the smoke, I done blew through her nose
Struck up a pose, with her leg co*ked, foot on the dash
I got a hand full of red co*k, foot on the gas
Now while I'm drivin' catch my zipper girl and handle yo biz
Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be about it, ya dig?
Now what?
Chorus