(feat. Afficial, Krazy, Master P, Silkk, Slay Sean)



[Master P]

Soulja Slim (What's happ'n big round)

I'm on my way out that Yole I'm gonna meat ya in that Nolia (Umm huhn)

But I'm brangin' my homies from the East Coast wit us (It's cool)

If it's any problems we got some straight head bustas ya heard me

(Ya know, ya know, ya know) Check it out



[Chorus x2: Krazy]

My click you don't want beef wit (beef wit)

My heat, niggas I sleep wit (sleep wit)

Tank Dogg, niggas I creep wit (creep wit)

These niggas head bustas

Fuck the feds they can't touch us



[Slay Sean]

Cars, bracelets, chains we coppin' it all

Desperados, you can call Flames, Afficial's my dawgs

Ride Jordans, 23's on the truck, screened up

Smokin' sticky green, welcome aboard, beam up

I'm from Rockaway I used to sit in spots all day

Gettin' money, it's funny I'm still the same way

Hit chickens take 2 at a time, still pimpin'

I'm paralyzed when it comes to these hoes, no feelin's

push cars wit drop ceilin', our  money is long

No limit is the family yall, the army is strong

Once P gives the O-K I'm droppin' the bomb

Cockin' the arm, ain't no way of stompin' this storm



[Afficial]

A look I'm spazzed out

Summertime catch me wit the Jag out

I got beef wit niggas I pull that mac out

A stick up, I dare yall niggas to try

I shoot a round that slow yall niggas down like yield signs

I'll sell my house & my car before I go broke

Play hard, pop fly, & get bitches to jump rope

Why you talkin' bout them bricks you ain't sold no coke

I cop a car off the lot, you sendin' car notes

My squad likes to drink, so I buy out the bar

Niggas look hard when we slide thru like credit cards

I get high, smack niggas, & take shit

I went to jail for 5 sticks like Double Mint



[Chorus]



[Afficial (S-Flames)]

The bigger the barrol is it's harder to swallow

I gotta put you in the creek where the water is shallow

Afficial, game over is the law & the motto

Put it out for the bitches & the niggas a follow

I'm a soldier, it's different when you dealin' wit me

Chrome wheels it feel like you ridin' on ski's

Ya feel me nigga

I'll kidnap & peel you nigga

Now you back to yo crib after I kill you nigga

I real wit it, niggas feel it, what's the questions about

When niggas minds change up when the weapons is out

We pullin' 'em out squeeze it not leavin' you breathin'

If you hatin' I ain't mad cause I'm given you reasons



[Afficial]

These little niggas ain't ballin' right

So guess I gotta call the plays out

It ain't thuggin' on the hook unless it come out Krazy's mouth

An you know we got 'em thinkin' that them boys is ugly

We flip shit up & turn dogs back to puppies



[Master P]

Find me uptown whodi servin' them vicks

I mean millionaire status still runnin' them bricks

Homie, Bentley & Hummers you know we bout dat shit

We from the dirty, dirty boy so we ice the wrist

I mean 20 on chrome just the law of the whips

Find us thuggin' in the projects like blood & crips

I mean ME & MY NIGGAS WE BE HUSTLIN' TO EAT

CAUSE THESE NO LIMIT SOLDIERS WHODI RUNNIN' THESE STREETS



[Silkk the Shocker]

Even though I'm last to speak, look never last to eat

If that's them, I blast the heat

Slumped inside when I walk past the jeep

You know Silkk does not look havin' that

I tell 'em a new nigga in town dawg & I won't half of that

You can act up, you know what's the aftermath

We done wit your chick, we finished wit her, you can have her back

You know it's nothin' bout doubtin' us when ever you see me

Wreck the Bentley next day popped up in a Ashton Martini

Niggas know If I got heat on me, they know that I shot it

I ain't gotta tell 'em that I got money, they know that I got it

Who you know can flip & get rich off of one sell

If they gettin' it, shit is over now nigga like 112

I do shit by myself, so niggas they won't tell

I gotta couple niggas facin' life sentences

That a kill you while they on bail

The dope game to the rap game switched the game up

From Vyshonne to Silkk The Shocker look switched my name up



[Soulja Slim]

What you think the streets for got about me

Shit I'm the streets & I'm the beat

An if you got 7-5 I'm that quarter of ki

Come & get it, I'm gonna serv ya somethin' proper, uncut

Ain't No limit over here dawg, excuse me back the fuck up

I smoke camels cause I'm penitentiary, get high of sticky

Ever now & then might sip a little henney

My dawg Chill just got out & got these niggas spooked

Oh scary ass niggas, we don't do the thangs we used to do

So be cool cause



[Chorus: Krazy]

My click you don't want beef wit (beef wit)

My heat, niggas I sleep wit (sleep wit)

Tank Dogg, niggas I creep wit (creep wit)

These niggas head bustas

Fuck the feds they can't touch us

My click you don't want beef wit