[Verse 1: Laywiy] [Verse 2: Da Konvicted Fellon] [Hook] One n***a, two n***a, three n***a, four Five n***a, six n***a, seven n***as in the morgue In the eye of the storm [Verse 3: MC Ren] I ain't the [?] to play guinea - I fights back, I goes out swinging The devil can handle the level of treble I be bringing [?] Get on the telephone and call Train and Corleone The devil wanna play with my [?] [?] But he can get bloody and muddy, thinking that I'm Nutty A n***a will die first before I let him study It ain't that type of party, it's mayday [?] Cause n***as ain't going out like that But n***as be showing out like that To my n***as, I be breaking down so you can understand [?] [?] The sun is set, that means we about to roll soon So sell-out n***as, you better staple to your master Cause if I see your punk-a** I might blast a [Verse 4: Laywiy] [Hook] One n***a, two n***a, three n***a, four Five n***a, six n***a, seven n***as in the morgue In the eyes of the storm