[Verse 1: Slick Sloth]
Run up on a f**ing busta
k** ’em like I’m body lovin’
Grabbin’ the shovel wrap him in bubbles
Schizophrenic lunatic
Cold hearted motherf**er
Run your mouth b**h run your mouth
All these f**ing rappers front
Talking sh** behind your back
They shake your hand then hit the blunt
You see the difference with me
I grew up with the G’s in the west bank streets
Running d** up on my bike when I was just Thirteen
Every day another fight but I was scared to bleed
You beat my a** you better k** me I’ll return with the fleet
Cut em gun em down and nothing beat the case in a week
If nobody do no snitching they ain’t got sh** on me
Walking free, why you dead covered up in a sheet
BITCH
[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Pull up with this motherf**ing Tec
Pull up with this motherf**ing Mac
Pull up with the motherf**ing sack full of green
What you mean you ain’t gonna smoke this sh** with me
I smack a rapper with the backhand then tell him to get his own P
What you know about me, hoe Grey is what I be
I got Ramirez in the cut and he stay ready to cut
Yeah b**h I got Christ in the cut with the shotty pumping and ducking
I got Navi I got Blackout I got Six Fo’ I got Stunna
Now what the f** you wanna do I just gotta call up a number
[Verse 3: Ramirez]
Think about a murder
Repping triple six is unheard of
Stalking through the f**ing night and k**ing these bustas so what’s heard of
Slick is gripping on the Mossberg
Oddy on the Tec-9
Run your mouth I’ll bust your spine and end your motherf**ing life
Got these bodies floating where the river turns grey
f**ing with the Fifty Nine
The bullets from my new robbery getting sprayed
s**ing ducking gripping on my motherf**ing tone
Punch you in the f**ing face, stab your brain with your nose bone