(feat. Sean Pymp, Chikkenhawk)



[talking]

Mic check mic check, my mic on

Yo, I wanna make sure this motherfucker on

So I can tell all these bitch ass niggaz

It's a new world order, Wreckshop nigga

Wreckshop nigga



[Hook]

Man we put it down, man we put it down

Known to bust a nigga head, if he wanna clown

Man we put it down, man we put it down

So motherfuck the FED's and them hoes, this our town

Nigga we the Boss Hoggs, the top dogs

Back against the wall, we gon still stand tall

Nigga we the Boss Hoggs, the top dogs

Back against the wall, we gon still stand tall, fuck y'all



[Chikkenhawk]

You motherfuckers pack a pistol, we launch nuclear missiles

Incinerate all adversaries, till we accomplish our mission

All you playa haters talking, you dead men walking

Call us Wreckshop executioners, like assassins we stalking

And I'm the nigga that's Chikkenhawk'n, hunt you down and cloudy skies

With a machete under my wing, chopping you niggaz down to size

Looking for screens and rise, putting the fear in your eyes

And your heart I know you scared, bitch you better run and hide

Write your last will and testament, kiss your family goodbye

Make your peace motherfucker, cause of your hating you die

You tried to steal our game, but these years you can't fade

It's Wreckshop and Southside, from the cradle to the grave

Chikkenhawk and Sean Pymp, E.S.G. is the captain

Go hard to calculate, and make big money with the rapping

And I'll never take a loss, that I can't take right back

I'm boss hogging and regulating, busting heads with the strap



[Hook]



[Sean Pymp]

Nigga I'm down like a dump truck, on fo' flats

Got you living paranoid, like your brain's on crack

Keep on gunning bustas running, like a hundred yard dash

Cause I rat-tat-tat-tat, on that funky bitch ass

Unleashing terror to the game, from the pressures on brain

Bitches eating off my name, trying to feed off my fame

But fuck you bitches, cause y'all ain't shit

Bouncing on my dick, like a pogo stick

Or Mr. 16-Shotti, pull up Killuminati

Keep bouncing part the body, fed up like teriyaki

Sauce when I floss, I ain't taking no loss

You paid the cost to be the boss, but I'ma break yo ass off

I'm taking all that there, and all this here

Cleaning household motherfuckers, like I'm Mr. Belvedere

Or Major Benson, cause nigga Sean Pymp'n

You run your damn mouth, there's gonna be a damn lynching



[Hook]



[E.S.G.]

You gon feel me now when I come through the do'

See me strapped, with a big 4-4

That Everyday Street Gangsta, ain't taking that bullshit no mo'

But fuck you po-po's, you homos don't think it's hard to get ya

This rap game ain't the only way, to go to war wit ya

Sixteen bars don't split you, what about sixteen slugs

Multiply that by two, I'm coming with 32 thugs

Chop your ass to the nub, ain't no Crip or no Blood

But I can tackle a nigga, right in front of the club

And if I drop my glock, I'm acting like I'm in a cell block

Leave a pussy in your head, from a lock in the sock

Now I'm a go-getter nigga, like that's the man he on rocks

Local rappers get paranoid, they can't stand when I drop

I leave they brain sets God, I'm so god damn hard

They looking a god damn shotgun house, in 3rd Ward

They broke down your crew, I hate to tell you

But Cynthia Cooper, is more motherfucking man than you



[Hook]



[talking]

So now and forever, nigga from the cradle to the grave

Is the only way you gon feel me, said you wanna kill me

Motherfucker, and that's real