[Soulja Slim/Big Ed]
 Chorus
 We suggest that you niggas don't fuck with us
 The more niggas you bring the more heads we bust
 [Soulja Slim]
 It's do or die on the streets that I roam  that I roam
 That's why I never leave my gun at home  gun at home x2

 [Soulja Slim]
 Shit  niggas not goin put the chest these days
 Niggas catch it down bad and bust your motherfuckin head
 Put it like that, should have had your gat but nigga you chose to slip
 And the nigga chose to let all thirty two out this extra clip
 Enter your dome, let loose gonna meet your momma home
 I'll let you slide one time cause she was full of that fucking rome
 But you on guard, I don't stun in front of these pussy poppers
 I'm from uptown so you know I got to get you partner
 I've been doin this and you just jump in the porshe and new jacks
 And I got quick reacts and I bust em back and hit somethin
 Fuck the stuntin, me and myself
 might twirk a somethin and hurt somethin
 Straight dome shot, leave you bald
 might go on my face and fuck em all
 Then walk off with an innocent look on my face
 Soon as I get to the corner, pick up the pace
 running like I'm running a race
 Cause I aint bout no more murder charge catch me
 Down here them people fools ya, lose you in a second
 Get convicted in your life, now you trying to appeal
 Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played them real
 I suggest you don't fuck with us
 Suggest don't fuck with us
 I suggest

 Chorus x2

 [Big Ed]
 We some hard ass niggas, Big Ed and Soulja Slim
 Niggas bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them
 Get out the way, kids getting hit and shit
 Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip
 Bitches know me as the assassin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting
 Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin
 A No Limit soldier, nigga we ain't scared to bring it
 Nigga I'm tryin to leave the streets behind
 and put in no wax and singing
 And nigga keep my gat trown up like ????
 Trigger finger itching like crabs
 Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when I stab
 Nigga think got more deadly so I got more gats
 Totin to edge two compacts, Big Ed be puttin it down like that!

 Chorus x2

 [Mr. Serv-On]
 It's the S to the E to the R to the V
 to the O to the N to the T to the R to
 the U to the N to the I to the G to the K to the A
 Can't carry ya, drama marry ya
 Step across this fuckin line my tank stroll motherfucker
 I straight deal ya
 Be like blasting, stepping like a fuckin hog
 Soulja Slim ya know me, Big Ed get at me dog
 I'm still asking the lord to bless me
 these niggas persist to test me
 After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me
 I'm ready to lay my claim niggas know the game
 Ain't shit changed, five hundred dollars
 I'm soed up and I'm still creeping
 Round the corner with my mask on
 got my gloves on, ready to get my fucking blast on
 So when you see me, nigga bow down to this fucking tank
 You niggas wanna be like us but you niggas fucking can't
 So I'm tired of you motherfuckers
 asking why I twist my hat and wear my colors
 It's all tank love, fuck the others
 It's real nigga (real