Fuck who, fuck you nigga 





Fuck who, fuck you nigga

(bring on the drama)

Fuck who, fuck you nigga

(bring on the drama)

Fuck who, fuck you nigga

(bring on the drama

I ain't barring nan nigga, and his mama)





Lay the fuck down, your blood done stepped down you sitting fat

Down South, with my dick in your mouth

Lil' Troy I'll whip your buns baby cuz, so come with it

Wet your friendly ass up, and watch this HK start zipping

Your boys look like a comma, when I come through dipping

Light up that whole block, when this Playa start spitting

Boy you get no love, playing tag-team snitching

Dump that boy in a ditch, and let him sleep with the fishes

Maybe in the streets, gon get a little vicious

We know you wired up, and got the FED's snapping pictures

We well up on our toes, do this thang not split us

I can't chill wit ya, so I guess I'll deal with ya









2000 popped off, and it's war in the streets

Friends turned enemies, the game don went deep

So ready I have my heat, for all you niggaz plotting

Pumps and AK's spray, when the cops start dropping

Southside body rocking, shit bout to get bloody

I'm on endo, and my drank still muddy

You hoe ass niggaz is funny guddy, bitch so take it like that

Cause I'm still wondering what happened, to my nigga Fat Pat

It's our way and respected these streets, and big heads

While snitches crossed the line us, and working with the FED's

In the sight of the infrared, now you marked for death

So be your ever fucking cool, you better watch your step

Love and go left, now the Boss got plex

I'ma bring the drama, and put your mama in a dress

Hollow tips to the chest, body wounds you dead

Should of watched what you said, now I got prices on your head









Can't no motherfucker tell me bout drama, cause I lived it

Niggaz jumped off of that line, back in it

Toe to toe, I'll sneak a hoe and straight steal him

Bitches gotta accept the cards, that we dealing

Tired of these motherfuckers, talking down and grinning

Prop tint, represent expo spinning

First affiliation we see, slugs in him

Lord forgive us we sinning, street life we in it

That's the price you gotta pay, if you wanna stay independent

Four star Laf-Tex, ride gorgeous in it

If it's on come on nigga, let us know that it's on

Cause they know we ain't barring nan nigga, or his T-Jones

It's bitches out here helping FED's, set up or phone

For that I'm strapped, under your bed up at your home

Your orders, you so suck a fucking gang of dick

You better watch for the hit, and who you hanging with









Look out nigga it's on, Mike D is home nigga

It's official nigga, the war done just started nigga

You might as well get your pairs, and load em up nigga

Load your raggedy motherfuckers up

Cause it's on on sight nigga, and I ain't barring nan nigga and his mama nigga

You lil' snitch bitch, telling on every motherfucking rider here

You god damn K-Mart, Puff Daddy "Wanna be a Baller" motherfucker

You wanna be a baller so bad, motherfucker

That you told on everybody, get your lil' eighteen months

You lil' bitch, the war is on Laf-Tex riders nigga and it's on

Get your bitch ass, across the state line or somewhere