[Verse 1]
It's an hot summer day in the LBC
It's me the H-E-L-D-A-N to the Z
Straight flipping the script on the strip
So come equip with your nine and your extra clip
So every single day in my hood it's on
Now how would you feel with neenter to your dome, you gone
For f**ing with them bg's, f**ing with the small guys
Now you got black eyes and your punk a** realize
That you can't f** with us little n***as no more
We going looney, crazy, loco, and year nine fezzo
And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled
By an looney b.g and hard is steel, so chill
For an second while I wrecked on this track
And um, you don't want to see me when I flip
So don't be f**ing with little n***as, we ain't to be f**ed with
[Lil 1/2 Dead Hook 4x]
That's what you get
That's what you get
[Verse 2]
Now just the other day a fool tried to trip
He ran up in my face, so banked him in his lip
I had to show him that I was small, but I was an hog
He ran up in my face again, I broke his f**ing jaw yall
He hit the mother f**ing ground
And the whole pound gather all around and put the mother f**ing stomp down
How do you feel punk n***a
Im standing over you with my finger on the trigga
Figure that you crazy you jump up and get smoke like an joint
And half dead will straight prove his point
To an n***a, a b**h, or an snitch, leave an mother f**ing stitch
In the bottom of an ditch, if he switch
Up on an n***a from the L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H
I make you in the gate, while my sk**s elevate
And when you hit it, you better hit quick
And don't be f**ing with us little n***as, we ain't to be f**ed with
[Lil 1/2 Hook 4x]
[Lil 1/2 Dead]
This song goes out the to all you big n***as
And trying to punk us little n***as
We ain't going out like that no more
This is nine fezzo you know big baby
[Verse 3]
Well the eastside of LBC takes no slake
If you f** with an n***a you will get put on your back
So I advise you to ride eyes wide
When you creeping, crawling, to the motha f**ing Eastside
If an n***a catch you slipping, he will have your hand
So listen up close to this n***a half dead
And I'm telling you this from experience
Now in 1994' all these big n***as is fearing us
Looney a** n***a from the LBC
Now these days none of you n***as can't f** with me, see
And if you really wanted to trip
I would leave seven-teen stitches in your upper lip
To let you know that I got it going on
Cause I can kick this funky sh** like all night long
And when I do it, I do it quick
And don't f** with us little n***as, we ain't to be f**ed with
[Lil 1/2 Dead Hook 4x]