Uhh (what?)
 Trife & Larceny in the fuckin house (uhh)
 My nigga Klep in the fuckin house (Kleptomaniac)
 and me (uhh  uhh)  Cheek Del Vec (Del Vec  aight) Aight!
 (One love) Uhh  check it
 (Snake killin ass niggas  JM one love)

 Verse 1: Del Vec  Kleptomaniac
 Del Vec  little niggas pushing Landcruiser jeeps
 gettin blunted all day  every day of the week
 Nights in Maxima's and Acura's
 Got bitches drivin 929 Mazda's, Tammy and Rhonda
 Drivin rope down south in the Honda
 I'm behind her in the Pathfinder
 gettin blunted, my nigga need all, the XL 600
 ridin smoothly playin low-key, watch my bitch
 with the brick in the Civic sellin mad weight
 Outta state and shit, I can't wait til this record shit is straight
 So we can recuperate, get the dough and I'm gone

 Motherfuckers fear me, I blow up spots like Ed Leary
 Violent pro's even with guns like Sharon Stone
 Mack ass nigga strikes again, chalk my win
 Kleptomaniac attracts CREAM stacks from eight pens
 And sticky hands wit crazy glue like finger tips shoplift
 Or pass crews on mountain bikes bustin four-fifths
 Diamond Vagettes, Rolex for the bitch, flex
 and maxin de Moet, signin my signature on cheques
 Crime motherfuckin pays when you know what you're doin
 and gettin loops since niggas was rockin Hawaiian suits
 What? Don't shoot *gun shot* leave ya family upset
 Tight the trip DT's, chasin down robbery suspect

 Chorus: Larceny

 Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young
 JM motherfucker, go get your guns
 Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young
 JM motherfucker, go get your guns
 *repeat*

 Verse 2: Trife, Larceny

 Gettin richer cos I move coke and bust quicker
 Bitches get richer, jealous niggas wanna hit'cha
 Stashin my guns to protect my ones
 I see the cash flow, torch it I blast, you know how it go
 In the 5-double 0 SL
 puffin L's lit while Larce loadin shells in the clip

 Snakes-murder men formin plots
 Lickin shots outta drop tops and it don't stop
 us from gettin the Luchicreno
 My clique tight like gambino's stickin casinos
 Bussin down kilos, me and Trife for life
 JM shorty's on the run
 Cocksucker go get your guns

 Chorus x 1/2

 Verse 3: Klep, Del Vec, Trife

 I smoke so much weed, I know my lungs is fucked up
 Stick guns I get'cha, spit sperm when I cum
 Party done, use to hustle bubble
 with concealed capsules under my tongue til my mouth got numb
 Now I watch my back like spighty sense was tinglin
 Minglin in clubs with Jm puffin on mo' teams
 Don't oppose me, shit ain't rosy
 Murderin-lyrical gangsta like Ini Kamoze

 Del Vec project was set down south with two Tek
 I murdered that, we got mad respect
 Sheisty niggas and vicars puffin 20's and 50's on the block
 I got shit on lock in Little Rock
 My bitch got knocked, she sold to a undercover cop
 went to jail, put the Benz up for bail
 Now I'm fucked up in the cut
 I got to move to a diff'rent state to make some quick bucks

 As I look around me, dead bodies surround me
 Part of drug dealin-killin millions to make millions
 Sittin on top, tote Glocks
 smokin pounds and phillies by the box, gettin head on the yacht
 Presidential rollin, watch hos clock me wit tha 420
 Bodyin motherfuckers for this money

 Chorus x2