| Intro: |
| Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye |
| Sup mayne (x25) |
| Chorus: |
| Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at? |
| ) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at? |
| ) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) |
| You talk that shit better be about it bitch! |
| Verse 1: (Big Kuntry King) |
| Wassup killa (sup killa) you don’t wanna go there. |
| Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don’t wanna go there. |
| If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move |
| (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) |
| He don’t want it with me, |
| I’ll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, |
| let’em think about that (He don’t want it with me, |
| I’ll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, |
| let’em think about that.) Hold up (Hold up. |
| ) Slow down (Slow down). Hoe nigga |
| (Hoe nigga) Sit down (Sit down). |
| If you think I’m a hoe, if you think I’m a bitch, |
| like Boosie and Webbie say you got me fucked up. |
| If you think I’m a hoe, if you think I’m a bitch, |
| like Boosie and Webbie say, |
| you got me fucked up. So killa |
| (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put |
| 6 feet down in the ground. |
| (Chorus)(x2) |
| Verse 2: (Mac Boney) |
| Murk somethin' (murk somethin') hurt somethin' |
| (hurt somethin') walk up on your victim and squirt |
| somethin' (squirt somethin'). |
| Think I ain’t got nuts to pull the trigger you done |
| lost your mind I walk up on you killa y’all? |
| ?? release my 9. I’m tired of niggas thinkin' cuz I rap I’m not the same person. |
| I run up on you quick and bust yo shit live, |
| right in person. Think about these verses before you |
| approach me with that misbehavin' cuz I could sawed |
| off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. |
| Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain’t no wakin' |
| neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence’em |
| with baked potatoes. Fuck a hata, |
| hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact |
| of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. |
| I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault |
| rifles. My murder game is equal to the motherfuckin' |
| speed of lightning young viking, |
| hit a pussy nigga like I’m Mike Tyson, |
| so excitin', 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin'. |
| (Chorus) (x2) |
| Verse 3: (A.K.) |
| It’ll be a nationwide man hunt why you piss my niggas |
| off, why you piss my niggas off? |
| Got to make you take a loss. |
| You talkin' but you ain’t sayin nuttin' it’s obvious |
| that you fake and flawed. Read’em like a book I’m about |
| to rip his pages off. Do it then, |
| say you tough, do it then, |
| you’s a bluff. Called it like I seen it you’s a bussa |
| nigga do it then. Never lose my cool, |
| wile out do it and lose your limbs. |
| The weapon you choose to use, |
| knucklin' up what you gon' do it then. |
| You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone |
| 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor. |
| I ain’t trippin' (I ain’t trippin') I ain’t trippin' |
| (I ain’t trippin') I’m a grown man bitch I handle my business (I handle my business. |
| ) Campaignin', champagne rainin' need a blunt I got |
| the purp I don’t need a chump up in my face unless |
| you wanna be hurt. Get a grill |
| (get a grill) get a grill |
| (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real). |
| (Chorus) |
| Verse 4 (T.I.) |
| Aye here’s a couple reasons why dissin' TIP ain’t the |
| thang to do. 1. I ain’t as lame as you, |
| 2. I done slung more cane than you. |
| 3. I’m more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit |
| you, 4. when I show up your hoe act like she never |
| came wit you. Drama I’m no stranger to all the niggas |
| you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body |
| leakin' till the change of blue. |
| I’mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, |
| and sisters don’t even claim to you. |
| Pimp Squad Click punk bitch wanna plaina view? |
| I’mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang |
| at you. Power and respect the money and fame’s attainable. |
| We don’t mix cuz G’s and tricks ain’t interchangeable. |
| I’mma bang it when my chamber full, |
| long as it’s a thang to pull. |
| Old ladies cryin' kids yellin' niggas sayin' uggghhh. |
| I play the game without a rule or a ref, |
| I’m hands on so when it’s on I do it myself. (nigga) |
| (Chorus) (x2) |