Verse 1 *(Rame Royal)*
 I reside
 in Oakland  California Eastside
 ain't no bullshit
 I mean to the fullest we ride
 be wise if you ain't ready for trigger action
 niggas may ask ya now
 when I comes to blastin
 the sons of fashion
 it's too much
 like gettin touched for rappin
 slip the clip in you fucked
 won't even know what happened
 unload  close caskets from the cappin
 defaced
 erased
 can't be replaced
 it's a disgrace
 vet players set this pace
 can't keep up
 We leave you wit what?
 Hit your chest
 Like kicks from the bass?
 Someone should of told you
 I'm from the old skool
 meanin the cold dude wit heat
 when I hold my two
 make your whole body go like Jul's
 then disinigrate
 slugs penitrate any thug
 don't discriminate
 I mean this
 go up in you like intervenous
 witness' forgettin this
 ain't seen shit
 they fiend this
 Town's Finest
 few dank hits
 YaHighness
 wrap that ass up in a blanket like blindness
 dump you in the trunk punk
 wit the pump, mass, an semi
 while I toast yo ass wit the Henny.

 Cuz I'm the type of nigga
 that's quick to blast
 fuck wit me
 I bust a cap in that ass
 cuz I don't give a fuck
 I buck an keep bailin....
 I hope you bitch niggas ain't tellin!

 Chorus *(Rame Royal)* 2x

 Duce-duce's
 duce-5's
 3-80's
 3-57's
 glocks
 4-4's
 4-5's
 an Mac 11's
 Tech's, AP-9's
 AR-15's
 AK-47's
 uzi's, M-16's.
 (second time "Uzi's, M-16's" is replaced by "fully auto machines")

 Verse 2 *(Phats Bossalini)*

 It was me an Rame
 in a drop top Mustang
 money from caine
 wit visions of havin fame
 I went to Regime
 M-16's wit red beams
 to serve crack fiends
 tef filled the magazines
 WHAT?!
 I'm on a come up
 pressin my luck
 hold glocks not givin a fuck
 fillin my cup to the brim
 regrettin my sins
 I push a Benz
 fuck 10's
 plus all they friends
 they love the bubble man
 it's Bossi
 fuckin wit mine could be costly
 multiple shots
 slash yo spot then we outtie
 AK's
 tossin grenades
 yo blocks raid
 when the gun blaze
 you an yo niggas done hit the pave.
 WHAT?!

 *(Rame Royal)*

 (Ra-me!!!)
 What?
 (Roy-al!)
 Gun Powder! (echos twice)
 (Nigga it's Gonzoe!)
 When shot's reign down from the tower.
 It's Gun Powder.
 Hit yo chest an devour.
 Gun Powder.
 Nigga!
 Bring you to your final hour.
 It's Gun Powder. (echos twice)

 Verse 3 *(Gonzoe)*

 I'm 21 now
 burn keys of weed down to ashes
 make more money
 sip Henn outta Champagne glasses
 like niggas
 cuz they give us
 a foul hand to work with
 I keep takin hits from the deck until it's perfect
 my sister's smoked out
 an I'm stuck feedin her kids
 work my site phat on the block
 and it's worth ends
 so fuck it
 ain't no luck in this game
 it's Rame's thinkin
 I ain't lookin in the police face wit out blinkin
 can't crack
 the eye contact
 I give that shit right back
 talk to him wit this thang on my lap
 maybe it's my habitat
 my surroundins
 my world
 bout hoochie bitches
 Cutlass'
 wit 15's poundin
 It's Gun Powder.

 *(Rame Royal)*

 Cuz I'm the type of nigga
 that's quick to blast
 fuck wit me
 I bust a cap in that ass
 cuz I don't give a fuck
 I buck an keep bailin....
 I hope you bitch niggas ain't tellin!

 *(Chorus)* 2x

 Verse 4 *(Crown Jul)*

 We got Downtown livin
 an big city dreams
 got my trigger finger
 an my palms itchin for green
 stalkin caps an trench coats
 poppin at all them poster nigga kinfolks
 best hope is revenge close
 an get to hoppin
 I get to choppin dicks off
 this ain't Lorenna Bobbit
 they can't stop it
 I gets off
 and man you been spotted
 red dotted
 ya head shot at
 bustin 3-57's
 pushin 3-50 rocket
 up an down the asphalte
 catapultin bullets up in them ass holes
 full of dope
 we full of saucy
 get the cash flow
 drunk niggas be accuarate
 be mackin the gats
 so punk niggas evacuate the area and
 we raid yo block in caravans
 strapped wit 4 Mac's
 brought back from Afghanistan
 face it
 wit Millimeter in hand
 if you ever need a friend
 call the heater man.

 Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*

 I got a AK
 a Tre-8
 a Tech-9
 an HK
 uzi and a chrome 4-5
 Stashed outside.

 Skinny niggas don't box
 I sock niggas in the head wit the glock
 clown they ass wit the Peppermint Snops
 pop Extacy an mushroom tops
 fuck the boon docks
 an come to 6-500 Blocks
 wit a batch of rocks stashed in the boom box
 posted up
 roll the dice nigga broke it up
 smoke it up
 Kryptonite like Fruit Topia
 I twist ya cap
 niggas be gettin they caps twisted
 caught up in traps
 fuckin wit hood rat bitches
 man I mack bitches
 slap bitches like Pretty Tony
 niggas be phonier than Cubic-Zirconi
 I make you mutha fuckas scream "I Miss My Homie"
 (UGGGHHH!!)
 Whip out the gun and I would FUCK yo hood
 now where you from niggah