(feat. Ebony Eyez , Petey Pablo)



[J-Kwon]

Track boys, whoa whoa

You heard the name J-Kwon, whoa whoa

Yea you'll see me in a minute, whoa whoa

Petey Pablo, whoa whoa

We gettin XXX'D man, whoa whoa

Ebony eyes, whoa whoa

Y'all ready, whoa whoa



I'ma run while gettin front, jus cause you gettin none

Hit a cop then hit a nun, it's all wit a gun

What is done is what is done, it's all for the fun

Somebody said I cut off their head its already done

Yo I'm black wit many straps

I'm put in many masks

wit a bat my clipped On I'm bangin wit that

whurr its at is whurr its at

Don't worry 'bout that

You a solider where a soldier relate to that

Now I'm marchin down the alley eatin Rally's

How many motherfuckers that try we need a tally

now we bluntin there mind and then we outy

Rowdy they step on the bomb the pump outy

Doubt me I'll start the shootin up in the alley

Track one here I'll give a bomb to your family

Meet your family then they start to get calm see

But yo I'ma doin any way what



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You can take it thurr, we can handle that

You can take it thurr, we can handle that

You can take it thurr, we can handle that

You can take it thurr, we can handle that

West coast get XXX'D, East coast get XXX'D

Mid—west get XXX'D, down South get XXX'D

West coast get XXX'D, East coast get XXX'D

Mid—west get XXX'D, down South get XXX'D



[Petey Pablo]

Now take a ride as we roll thru the ghetto

But keep your foot on the pedal cause it can get pretty extreme in the ghetto

Triple XXX level no hold bar we got hood capped and lieutenants and project sergeants

Capable of pullin your card'n bombin your car grenades through your windows

This is all I walk take the main road anywhere we go every time we role

Have me transportin guns stashed in the truck flow

Real talk dog I hit real hard one swing knock a motherfucker block slam off

Hit him in the part where he talk from

Now he got a momma cause the wires in the jaw make it hard for him to tell you somethin

The sun ain't down but the storm comin

The best thing for you to do is try to get prepared for it

They find him bread water milk a couple cans of soup

And a place to go just in case you had to move



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[J-Kwon]

Runnin when it comes to the twos, I'm not forgivin the blues

I'll knock another man clean out his shoes

We get to breakin the rules, let's get to takin them jewels

He still trippin I'll turn his ass into dog food

Who got the static huh, who bring the blasting huh

The automatic huh, and let them have it

Chump I'm a savage what, let me show you magic bro

One shot of this I'll turn your ass into sawdust

I know we lawless, I'm talkin all us

When it come handlin business dirty we flawless

See these revolvers, that's why they call us

The same reason the police ain't never caught us

I'm on another level words from a true rebel

I rock bitches and I ain't talkin heavy metal

You just a crumb, and me I'm a Dirt Devil

Let's see whats left as soon as the smoke settle



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