[Babs]



                      Yall niggas done met ya match



                      Im somthin like a pimp you bust i bust back



                      I bang dudes yeah they callin me wife beat



                      My stomach stay flat babys mothas dont like me



                      Chicks conceded then i give em my ice see



                      Im the knockout queen yall hos dont wanna fight me



                      Sexy brown skin complexion



                      Cuz shits in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah



                      I dont pay for nothin at all i even get free dutches at the corner store



                      Shot caller dudes stop as soon as i see 



                      Babs bunny the blackjack queen of the week huh



                      Im fire just what the thugs desire



                      Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah



                      When i walk down the streets niggas squeak their tires



                      Got every club for more we passin street flyers



                      I been there VIP its a short night



                      With a bottle of haze my weave is so tight



                      Im ready for some action hands in the air 



                      Crystal over here in the club no beer



                      Struttin bad girl i do it for nothin



                      Tight dickies shirt with a pop top button



                      Babs repeat it im suckin up the rap game need it



                      Thorough bread plus i stay weeded

                    [Fred]



                      Im in and out the magazines back to the tv shows



                      Attendin business meetings with the 40s and my 34s 



                      Every days an episode all because im episode



                      Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows



                      Everydays like valentine hah i keep it rollin



                      Never made a dime for rhyme yeah



                      I make the people no my people dont beleive it though



                      Someone has been leavin no words sayin cold you stack on no you serpico



                      Cuz you headin through the line makin and carryin their flow



                      So it must be those freaky po pos i hope



                      They better pray they dont run no chrome or your momma gonna be singin that song

                    [Chopper]



                      What you say Freddy P ya heard me



                      Its all chopper city ya heard me



                      Your little brother ya heard me



                      I representin the band ya dig to the death



                      New orleans the third wall i mack now yall



                      Let me catch a nigga bootin up ima be like whats hap nigga



                      I crush balls and it a mothafuckin fact nigga



                      You know what type of shit im on i let the mack hit ya



                      You cant box my squad our left jabs quicka



                      Then any bitch nigga that tries to come against us 



                      All my sistas i promise to make it part of my agenda to get ya



                      You know what im sayin we see them ninjas



                      Hoppin off of they cottage and choppin you down like timber



                      You can try to stop me i will end ya



                      Shit my killer instincts like cinder



                      Im a bad boy you better make it



                      Make it out fifty



                      Chopper city by position i can paint you a picture

                    [Ness]



                      Hey yo choppa i dig you like a fuckin shark man



                      You see its ness the enforcer from the band man



                      We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dog



                      This is real its about to go down like this hey yo



                      Puffin on sour deezys you know it aint legal when i never been to iraq but packin desert



                      eagles on me



                      Call me a liar but the fires back



                      Bad boy empire is where the fires at



                      I got the sean john truck with the tires to match



                      The whole hood on fire the wires tapped



                      Ok this part of the deal 



                      Bounty huntas all on my heals



                      Lookin for me huh so were in devilles



                      I take the planes trains automobiles boats



                      Overseas passport to brazil



                      Travel with the fittest nigga i talk it i live it



                      Gotta talk before you walk any nigga can get it

                    [Dylan] 



                      man im not even gonna try to figure that shit out