[sample]

They're just out there doin it

They're just out there doin it and they don't really give a damn what's 

happenin

[Guru: x2] (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)



[Shyheim]

We was chillin on the ave buggin out lookin dap

And these 4 cold boys rolled up in a cab

They pulled out a tool said get against the wall

Fuck that, rather brawl then go out at all

My man pushed back, body pulled the trigger

Nah G, not Amsin, that's my main nigga

His body hit the floor, blood covered the ground

How that sound? I didn't even give my last pound

The red glare with these tears made me shed

Now I'm fed

My right hand man could be dead

Hell no, I couldn't let him flee that ain't me

Or have me and my crew lounge in peace

So we dash, put the gladiatior on that ass in the grass

His life is now come to pass

The fear made him shrimp, aw shit the gun slipped

My man picked up the burner and emptied the clip

In his back, no slack jack it's time to retreat back

Wipe the gat and pack it in the napsack

Yo be out, cause 5.0 is soon to come

And get arrested and bagged for murder one



[Chorus:]

(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)

(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)

I'm buckwild and I want wreck

(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)

I'm buckwild and I want wreck

(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)



[Shyheim]

I know a kid named Dane, he had mad fame

In the drug game, throwin his life down the drain

He slang mad rocks on the block til it got hot

Then he hit the jackpot, now he owns a crackspot

He always got blunted, smoked up the Philly

Now he use White Owl minks with his illy

Props, had lots and girls around his finger

The neighborhood banger and the hot rock slinger

The cops is on his back, left, right, right and left

He had a plan that was def so he stepped

He stuck up Bill, the one from up the hill that was chill

Now Bill wants to kill Dane dead

For his name and his fame so he did

He lit up the kid with lead in his head

Now Dane's dead



[Chorus]



[Shyheim]

There's a party goin on down the block

Pack up, load the gats now my whole crew's strapped, what!

Bring the drama, Shaolin against all ya

My crew's in here deep ready to bomb ya

I got the ill rhymes, nigga's lookin for a show

But it's gettin kinda hectic on the mad down low

Honies with the big butts whine to get stuck

And they kill a bitch and it's time to get bucked

Boom baow, niggas wanna drop cause it's real hot

And some knucklehead wants to blow up the spot

Pulls out a gat or burner he's the man

Except he ain't down with the Clan check the plan

Shorty's backed up cause we're true to the crew

Doin what we gotta do with a 40 ounce of Wu

Crashed to the head, 2 seconds from bein dead

And it stopped, when these 2 kids busted shots

The party's in a smash and the Wu got it locked up

It's it, the man on the mic is a props



[Chorus]