Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head busters, and sharks
Niggas that’s ’bout beefing – letting them Ks spark
Knocking-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers – them real niggas
Niggas who did time – hard-to-kill niggas
How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain’t fighting no more – niggas busting your head
Sending you to your grave – it’s do or die, cousin
Aiming straight for your head, making sure you die, cousin
They’re dressing in black, prepared for combat
Riding four deep strapped with choppers and macks
Not giving a fuck, getting your cut, letting it bust
You get hit, that’s on you, my nigga – you’re outta luck
You’re stuck like chuck – wodie, you’re assed-out
That’s what happen to you trying to be hard, running your mouth
Get erased, my nigga (my nigga)
Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga)
No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga)
Fled the scene – so you have no case, my nigga case, my nigga
Look here: you can play if you wanna get down
Get your stupid ass left where you can’t be found

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (What?)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up

I was wrong for a lot of shit that I’mma take to my grave
Continuously whipping niggas like a runaway slave
Must was meant for me to be thugging – I stay in some beef
Baby and Slim keep telling me, “Juvenile, stay off them streets.”
I can’t help – I draw attention; they be fucking with me
I’m hot in the ass and can’t get enough of these streets
A little nigga in the Rolls screaming, “Fuck the police!”
Peeling out in front the club, about to duck to the east
Now play yourself, you gon’ find yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked-up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust ’em up
Still sticking to the g-code, Rees, and Bs
Quit drinking, but I will smoke some weed indeed
All they understand is my project English
And if you don’t like it, you can kiss my penis

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)

I run the streets ’cause I’m real if it’s daylight or dark
You a killer, nigga? (Eah?) Ain’t no fear in my heart
I’ll go toe to toe with you or take you to war
I’ll even go K for K with you – now make your choice
Better know when I’m in beef that I be creeping, nigga
Better know that I’m a snake, and I’mma sneak you, nigga
Each time I hit the corner, I be leaving niggas
Momma upset – can’t even go on and grieving, nigga
Nothing change – I’m on TV, I don’t play with you niggas
Still the same that’ll spin broad day on you niggas
And empty a hundred out that K
Where you’re caught hanging is where you’re left stanking, you heard me
I’ve been in the game – niggas know what I’m ’bout
So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
If you wanna be another number, my nigga
Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (What?)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)

Hello, world
I zip through fast in a yellow-pearl drop Porsche Boxter
Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
Pop some in your dreadlocks – What? Me not no rookie, boy
Glock cooking, boy
I’ll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon’ make me stalk and spray something
Spark or lace something
Park the car, get out, walk, and spray something
Taught to stay thugging brought up in this shit that we call America
And in my hood the laws are scared of us – we are too terrible
If I live to be old, it’s a miracle
‘Cause the way a nigga hating or bitch-plotting, the shit’s hysterical
That’s why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
Don’t blame me, society changed me
You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
Cut off lights, we masked riders
The hood trash got us in a position we can’t shake
With bars we can’t break, and due to that you ain’t safe, bitch

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (Ooh!)
(Did you see that?)
We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)
(Did you see that?)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)
Boy, look
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh!)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh!)

Nigga – we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, you heard me
We don’t barrow nothing, don’t fear nothing
And ain’t nothing you can do ’bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga
Let ’em burn, nigga
Let ’em burn, nigga
B.Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two Tymer