We be the live ones
 You dont wanna try son
 Cause the rhyme come
 Like a nine gun
 You can die young
 Hide lungs
 Til the seventh sign come
 Shine son like a diamond
 I'm harder than one by one
 Flew flicker, Crew licker
 Shoot quicker, Loot getta
 You cant handle this cause im the truth nigga
 The haze puffa, Stage crusher once the wave crush ya
 ??? while im fuckin ya baby motha
 The back of my right mind terror lines
 Devil stays higher than the crime rates
 At Five Burrous
 You spit yo best shit
 I spit mines an get arrested
 Murder one rhymes killin shit write yo death wish

 Well its the herb wanter shotgunner
 Hot like summer
 Parked like a Hummer
 Off the hook like no other
 Scale triple stage went from Marcy figga nigga
 Bigger than most but still look at where stick up
 Dutch smoker, Blunt smoker flippin like a broker
 Dope when I pull it quick to draw like poker
 Hoe getter go getter like my dro wetter
 Trunk full of kill we could all smoke together

 Chorus 2x:
 If you got a hundred dolla bill throw ya hands up
 If you aint afraid to peel throw ya guns up
 All my niggas smokin to kill throw ya blunts up
 Roll em up, Throw em up
 Roll em up, Throw em up

 [Verse 2:]
 Hey yo we build to destruct with the raw un-cut shit
 Us spit rhymes tight like hancuffs get
 Niggas say they on some I dont give a fuck shit
 Bust chicks, Bust clips
 Like they cant get touched with

 Well its the party rocka, poon rocka not Silkk Shocker
 Put Master the P in an airport locka
 Wife, Daughter macka, Behind that ass slappa
 We open up the show like niggas typical roster

 Niggas cant see us cause they station aint adjusted
 Destined to be burried in gold like King Tut did
 Niggas rhymes is ass cause they full of enough shit
 Need to bow down an pray while the god touch this

 Hey yo fuck lyric for lyric lets go show for show
 Give us 45 minutes Channel Live takes all ya doe
 We got the live show strap sacks of hydro
 Never bring sand to the beach hide ya hoe

 [Chorus 2x]

 [Verse 3:]
 Dont let the god blast
 Here with the math illegal broadcast
 Spit something way outta line an make ya car crash
 Rhymes comin fast like the first time I saw ass
 Make a nigga jaw clash
 Tryin to steal my raw ash

 Now its the legal broadcast
 Lightin it down like calm cash
 With the Henny and Bomb Hash
 Hot flash, When she let me palm ass
 Imma long ass let me hit that ass sprung fast

 Hey yo we settin niggas up like when the 3 strikes law passed
 Write deep scrpits and prophicies like a the law has
 We bringin fire like the cops guns draw fast
 Dope rhymes I stop guns like Utah has

 Well its all about the ass, cash and last clash
 My niggas got flags on poles half mad
 For Loumia, Diallo, Rodney King, to my nigga Rallo
 If they follow, Hit they ass up like tips hollowed