[Verse 1: Juju] Ayo, it's ill when I'm heated how my heart stay cold Write a rhyme that make the gats around the world explode Now behold the burning malice of a treacherous soul First time I shot a gun duke, I was 12 years old
But since then, I've never put it down my friend She go to war when I tell her Fuck a who, why, when , til the end Indeed its good to have and not need Even better when you can shoot back and not bleed Take heed, poppin like an El full of seed My team is gettin bigger, got more mouths to feed Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice It got to do with lots of money and it ain't nothin nice It ain't nothin nice
[Hook] Ay, you believe in God?
You do, tell him to save you
Cause me and these niggas here
We ain't tryin to pay you
Regardless of the fact that its close to home
I gotta finish your life, so I can start my own
My own nigga
[Verse 2: Psycho Les] Ayo , my audios guaranteed to lift the audience It was that time again
So we gathered up 40 men
40 ounces, trees burning, heads bouncin
Dollars is the mission Sittin in the yoga position Isolate my mind from your bitchin Pulp fiction Lose you in the mix in Lets get this poppin, lock down the top 10 Knockin pretty boy cats on they ass each time we drop kid Yeah, you know how we comin' Raw grooves with the funky drum drummin' And when my song goes off You'll still be hummin' Noddin' your head, or singin my chorus The after midnight feen The 4 in the morning blunt feen Peelin dutches Fill em in like taco shells Willing judges Wheeling jake with half a cake in my coat Pointin gats like remotes