[D-Gotti:]

I ain't doing it, for no bullshit

But I'm in this bitch strapped if you gon die, you know I'ma pull quick

Could hit a innocent bystander, but naw

I'm pointing at the motherfucker, with the foul mouth

And y'all, niggaz ain't nothing but hoes

Now just take it like a man, or get chased out the do'

Hit you everywhere but under your toes, under your clothes

Bleeding like a broad, on her cy-cycle

Beefing with a phsyco, about a soft blood

Outline in chalk, is the only outcome

How come you think, that y'all run sales

Couldn't get them niggaz heaven, so I brought some hell

Oh well, shouldn't of been up in my space

Wasn't my fault he wasn't ducking, shouldn't up been up in my face

Misplaced slugs, all up in a playa body

Was like the roof on fire, flames slugs from the shotty

And uh D-Gotti, not the one for those games

But if you wanna make the news, you won't play see I'm saying nigga



[Hook: x2]

Get on, 'fore you get shitted on

Stay up in your place, if you wanna live long

Why you all up in my space, why you all up in my space

Nigga better back-back, 'fore I catch another case



[D-Reck:]

Thoed in the game, like a pass from Vick

Hustling hard for the cash, got the grip with car tricks

The name D-Reck, but they call me Johnny Street

So in the gutter shuffling butter, is where you find me

At it 2-4-7, for that payday baby

Niggaz think I fell off, cause they ain't seen me lately

Bitch niggaz talk down, then see me forget they hate me

The glock work daily first, then come congratulate me

Sticks and stones, might break my bones

Bitch lip got zipped, won't hurt me

Cause if your name ain't in they mouth, then you ain't getting paid

And that's the only type of shit, that gets me worried

But my personal space mayn, belongs to me

And if you don't know my real name, I need three feet

And even if you do, and you ain't my boo

Man to man conversations, I still gotta get too

Invading a nigga space, get your ass erased

I protect my perimeter, with this heat around my waist



[A3:]

Don't try to play me for weak, cause homie ain't no mercy for strangers

Find a clip in your chest, and your best friend strangled

I'm a Dead End G, keep it I-N-C

And what I don't see, is you trying me

Everytime a nigga stomp, I crack the concrete

Niggaz getting mad, cause I jump in the front seat

Look don't mess with me, I ain't scared to show ya

Get leaned on hard, by a nigga that's sober

Hey, you in my space violation from the jump

You a match lit, nigga I'm a loaded fuel pump

So don't get close, I got soldiers at they post

That'll twist you over fire, like a pig getting roast

We warn niggaz fairly, that shots reloaded

Blitz hard on the one, got the ball and sewed it

You had a good chance, but it's clear you blowed it

So that cash that you past nigga, watch me fold it



[Dirty $:]

Man you only as smart, as your last dumb move

You think of fucking with me, could get your body numb dude

Not too smart, see I'll make you heart

Do the opposite of start, test that S on your chest

Cock back, and make a mess of your flesh yes

Original dickie boy, we the best of the best

So if you suckers hold plex, and you eager to express it

Bring it on get shitted on, we well protected

Dollar well connected, plugged in to these streets

Better get up out my face, or catch a slug from the heat

Ain't nothing sweet, bout how I hold my gun

Wig splitter my nigga, I squeeze triggas for fun

Mr. Dirty $, still pop the collar

Making hoe ass niggaz holla, breaking em off some'ing proper

Shots and shots, please spread the news

Got these fools so patient, working with a very short fuse

Brother excuse me, naw get out the way

I'm a grown ass man, fam scram go play yeah



[Hook x2]