[Loon]
 Yo what would make a scared man pull a trigga
 The same thing that's make a scared man act bigga
 The same thing that'd make me grab my tec and empty quicker
 Adrenaline rush
 On the hush
 You'd die fuckin wit us
 Vacant lot is my home and the team that I trust
 So dont talk about them things if yo things dont bust
 I knew a guy like you  his name was Phillepe
 Had me on 3 way
 With the D.A.
 Tryin to find out where we stay
 So on my 24th b-day
 I'm locked up in V.A.
 He dont know my guns turn commotion
 To slow motion
 Then from slow motion
 To no motion
 Run up in the place he hip-hoppin
 Spit shots in
 Clip droppin
 If I get caught, get Cochran
 And give Pedro, my pesos
 So he dont snitch while i lay low
 For 'bout a week or 2
 Come back like peek-a-boo
 You see me
 I see you
 And if you talk, you'll be in ICU
 [Cardan]
 Yo I know you know a lot of brothas that's sheisty,
 Like I know a hundred brothas that's real,
 But I think it's time you know how we chill.
 Chorus:
 I'd been a hundred places, and nothin excites me,
 Hit an hundred ho's and none of them wifey.
 For every thousand that love me,
 A hundred dont like me,
 So how you wit a hundred cats, and none of the sheisty?
 [Drag-On]
 We the niggas wit the homicides
 That's got the niggas the most dramatized
 On how actually sat there and watched they mama die
 But dont worry about it, you second
 Wish I could get her first
 Cuz she's the one who gave birth,
 And we can't have no-more dirt in the earth
 I hate to be the last nigga to turn off your lights
 But I'm usin a switch, and throw you in a ditch
 Ya body don't fit, cuz niggas could still see ya dicks
 So ya really wanna take that risk
 Then un-ball ya fists
 Cuz i'm always a step ahead of ya'll
 You ball ya fists, I cock back
 Take this nigga I got that
 And that's what it's gonna mop at
 This gun is from a foreign land
 I don't know why i got it in my hand
 And I'm gonna get off every penny
 I dont care if its automatic or semi
 If I payed 300 flat
 That means I'm gonna send a hundred cats back
 With 300 attack
 But it dont hafta be an attack
 I'm gonna get the gas, and get em all in 1 house, and run out
 And sprinkle some on the grass, and spit on it
 And come back to a pile of ash
 Chorus
 [Meeno]
 Yo, yo, yo, a hundred sheisty a hundred quicker
 We strap up inside the 18-wheeler
 A drug dealer, with cold cash, but so as
 To get a stash would be no task
 With no mask, love to get you hot and blast, than fast
 My infared beam is on ya ass
 My team is on ya ass
 Plottin schemin on ya ass
 That bitch you came wit stayed scremin on that ass
 For 3 and a ass
 Cuz nigga we love the cash
 Harlem World niggas got g's in the stash
 No questions asked, time to tell
 Heaven or hell
 You dont wanna be the nigga who be catchin the shell
 Meeno, and I be the team to prevail
 So when you pray, tell Jesus how you wanna be held
 MuthaFucka!!!!
 Rock-a-bye baby [repeated til end]
 Chorus til fade