(feat. Buddah Man, Thomas)



[Hook: x2]

That's them niggaz, it's best you don't test them niggaz

Fuck around, and leave your brains in your head rest nigga

Have your ass in a body cast, on bed rest nigga

We some designated grave diggers, that's them niggaz



[Buddah Man:]

Them blood spillers, that's that nigga infested with game

Affiliated with thug niggaz, mafia style trained

Off the chain, gangsta strutters sitting on cutters

Suicide do' shutters, some thoed mo'fuckers

It's hazardous, verbal assault and battery

Flipping a foreign, riding with a wide anatomy 

Skating down your block, like it ain't no gravity

Mouthpiece off the leash, I must live lavishly

Bust open your chest cavity, I'm trained to smoke ya

Snub nose out the holster, and ready to toast ya

All braggers and boasters, get hit with the nine mili'

22 inch rim peeler, untamed gorilla

That's them niggaz, watch out don't test them niggaz

They the type to leave your dome, where your chest at nigga

I'm from that dead nigga, where we tote techs nigga

Disrespect and we leaving boys, with broke necks nigga



[Hook x2]



[T-Pop:]

Como estas, oh-oh that's them niggaz

Pablo's my connection, that's my nigga

Fucking niggaz in the game, I'm that nigga

I'm the head honcho, squash that nigga

Move it swiftly can't read, or scat ass nigga

Dig a ditch for Pablo, about to crack this nigga

Plus it's no bitch to be hot, I'ma address this nigga

How he feel if we even come, contest this nigga

I'm a killer, and I know how to finesse this nigga

Break a nigga down like sticks, where it hurts at nigga

Leave a nigga in the dirt, where the curse at nigga

I hate you, because where I was birth at nigga



[Hook x2]



[Thomas:]

What's wrong, what y'all think we don't mob no more

Ride around in hoo-doo's, or get high no more

What y'all think we ain't gangsta, we don't rob no more

What just because I rap, that ain't my job no more

I'll drop you hoe, straight pop you hoe

Keep some shit up on my waist, that'll stop you hoe

Straight knock you hoe, like a son of a bitch

And that's just from being hard nigga, in front of your bitch

Look what I done to you bitch, I know you feeling it now

And that gunshot to the leg, I know she healing it now

I know you feeling me now, tal'n bout killing me now

You don't even own a pistol nigga, telling me how

So you stealing me now, so it's you I got's to call out

Nigga bring the whole squad, I'll take you all out

Plus the wall out, God bless them niggaz

So when you see us coming niggaz, say that's them niggaz



[Hook x2]