(feat. Lil' O, Carleone "Mike D", Chris Ward)



[Chorus x2]

[Lil' O (H.A.W.K)]

Hey nigga that's me (that's me)

I stay underground so I can shine and stack G'z (stack G'z)

these coward ass niggas ain't got the heart to jack me (jack me)

and when it to guns nigga I pack three (pack three)

nigga that's me (that's me)



[Lil O]

Hey I live la vida loca (yeah) 

Slanging coca (yeah)

Stay out on Barre and in and out the Cold House (for real)

They say stop hustlin' but I don't know how (I can't)

I'm trying to get the six big body chromed out (uh-huh)

Cause I want more bitches than a damn hoe house (come here)

Hop out the limo with two broads like whoa now! (whoa!)

Fat rat with the cheese man he off the hook (uh-huh)

When you see the fat rat man you stop and look (uh-huh)

You need work call fat rat he got them books (uh-huh)

You better not try to jack fat rat got them crooks (uh-uh)

That be knockin' on a nigga door (nigga door)

And make them suckers feel the pain like the figure four (bitch!)

In two thousand I ain't playing with these nigga roes (yeah)

All these haters gone start respecting little O (what!)

I'm a gorilla (yeah)

That's untamed (what)

I let my guns flame (booa!)

And bust fifty shots through land and wood grain



[Mike D]

Nigga, Nigga, Nigga that's me! (That Mike D!)

On the trill you dummies!

Froze up the whole block on dots and a hummy

Young mommies want a hog that ain't cuffing the puttee

They want a jigga with figures sittin' swole with them goodies

So follow me now to the land of the brick lick hitters

Go getters and wig splitters and a little game that gives shivers

Playboy how you figure you can step to a hog

Let off a hundred rounds drums punishing you and yo dogs

My platoon issue wounds that don't heal up

Nigga when the Mack-9 reel up you better throw your shield up

We dope runners and cake runners 

All out big head hunters three glots and sixin it off the chain young stunners

Better slow down lil daddy before you fuck around and get pegged

Run you off like a scared dog with your tail between your legs 

Wanna be a baller when this G-shit go down

This my time when I clown that yo click out in one rhyme



[Chorus x2]



[H.A.W.K]

I'm a outlaw (outlaw)

I'll bring it to you raw

Southpaw (southpaw) bone knuckles to the jaw

Above the law and all military forces

A hustler run the block like obstacle courses

I stand taller than Sasquatch

Rolex my wrist watch

And when the gloat cock it's strictly head shots

If a nigga got beef I knock out teeth

Steal you like a thief make the asswhippin' brief

Bring your family grief if the situation is getting sticky

My trigger fingers itchy cause my business is risky

You better not miss me (don't miss me)

Or you ass is history (Bye-bye!)

Yella tape the lot on an unsolved mystery

I can't deny pull more stunts than fog eye

Snitch and you'll die like bacon you will fry

My alibi "I wasen't even on the scene"

But bullet shells left a trail from the M-16



[Chris Ward]

I'm one of the ones (that's me)

That's an usual suspect

A thug that hang on an infested drug set

And stack chips, stay strap and pack clips

With hollow tips that will make you niggas do backflips

And If we go toe to toe I'll break your jaw

In three or four places like I break the law

Ghetto dope man yellow stone smokes man

Got killers and dealers on my team from here to Oakland

That's movin' more powder than Johnson and Johnson

I'm a death wish to niggas just like Charles Bronson

I'm uncut and lethal like LSD

Cocaine mixed with acid and PCP

Rap game assassin 

If I raise I blast and bury niggas six feet deep in the grass

So if anybody ask

Tell Chris Ward is dangerous 

For the fact my profile is mob style and gangsterous 



[Chrous x2]



[Lil' O (talking)]

Nigga that me nigga

I'm tired of playin games nigga

We gon sperate the the monkey from the gorillas

The cowards from the killers

The roach niggas from the go getters bout they scrilla

The fake niggas gon hate us but the thugs gone feel us man

You boys gone respect this and remember you ain't got to like it nigga

But you gon respect it nigga

Whoever don't want to respect it we gon come and take it nigga

So if we don't fuck with you nigga don't ask why we don't fuck with you nigga

Get on your fuckin' note nigga 

We puttin it down the way it's supose to go down nigga

Don't ask why we don't come around nigga

We ain't friendly nigga we ain't ya motherfuckin friend man

We trying to get this paper nigga

You out here playin games

You do what you supose to be doin

I'ma do what I'm supose to do what I'm suposed to be doin' nigga

That's for real nigga

That from the Fat Rat with the cheese that's gonna anwser all your questions

Why we ain't called you and why we ain't fuckin' with you nigga

South-seea-for-lea sucka!