low down, low down, low down

yeah(yeah)yeah(yeah)

krayzie bone up in this motherfucker

My muthafuckin nigga(my muthafuckin nigga)

Soulja boy, bout to shut you hoes down

You know what it is, Mo' Thug clique rollin to damn thick

What you hoes wanna do? die(die)die(die)

what it is nigga (what it is) what it is...We



(hook)

low down, low down dirty shame, niggas actin strange

catch a clip to tha fuckin brain x2



[soulja boy]

Soulja boy, up in this mothafucka,

so point out the bitch made suckas,

who think they got enough heat to rush us.

i'ma dust ya ass off in the blink of an eye,

you niggas gotta die, don't ask me why, 

but still I try with the vibe

that i be gettin make y'all wanna get in ya shit

down to the fuckin racket

you hoes wanna find me, my nigga layzie bone 

wit pine trees, like light see

ain't no comin back, gimme some of that, good shit you smokin

got me geeked up, heat it up, heat it up, 

straight up and i'm hopin

that all y'all bustas got time to play,

my niggas, who stoned, krayzie bone

movin around your way, (your way)



(hook x2)



[krayzie]

We banged your brain, put em in a coffin

and dats where they lay, nigga wanna roll wit bone get chromed,

put em in a river now that's how we play.

Murderin the mniggas is startin to arouse me

hollow points all in your body,

nigga fittin to bless your soul 

wit a 12 gauge mossberg leavin you stiff and cold.

What'cha gonna do, when the muthafuckin

? come for you?

ya snooze, ya lose,ya catch this uzi, 

nigga betta shoot tha po-po too, and we do

runnin wit a nigga wit his finger on the trigga

when i catch em i fill em wit ammunition

hit em with the bullet, my rhythm, did it get ya,

then miss em, hey,

we down wit wit da swangin, no fakin, we quickin to 

fuckin you up, oh my

guages and uzis and .357's we load em and 

shoot for your head, ya die

nigga they betta not test me, leathaface be 

quick to pull out this weapon,

hey, we leavin em headless, 

respect them St. Clair players bitch



(hook x2)



[soulja boy]

on a mission, I'm swift to empty my clip

ya oughta be fast to run for safety, man

tha souljas bout to rip, ya lit

get hit, i split, witcha shit

aint worried about a nigga tellin me a fuckin thing

cuz all these bitches run they lip

cuz i'ma shift, my grip, off into a whole new level



[krayzie]

Fuck wit my clique you know you dead wrong

(dead wrong, dead wrong)

rest in peace has seemed to be creepin up on me lately

fuck it, lets all go crazy, see we daily and we ready

my thugsta's love when we buck-buck, put em on the ground,

fuck em, krayzie released them shells,

i say fuck it let's all go to hell,

cuz i got my money, my pistol, my reefer,

never forget my thugs, whuh? Hey, we slay, we spray



[soulja boy]

we pray, everyday,

cuz when i see that you and me just don't mix

so i grab i grip (i grab my grip)

I'ma kill your clique (i'ma kill your clique)

that's the end to this shit.

so don't you ever, in your life, try to test me

standin like rambo with this bullet-proof vest and my knife,

you better respect me and my threats, or i'm killin your wife

your bitch get slap just like wesley 

don't test me, don't press me, krayzie bone open up their chest, G.



[soulja boy and krayzie]

yeah nigga, yeah boy-hoe ass niggas

y'all muthafuckas ain't ready for this muthafuckin real thug shit

niggas ain't ready(krayzie bone)we shuttin shit down

(shut shit down!) shut shit down, completly down!

you hoes didn't know? you better recognize

y'all fittin to get stomped nigga

wasteland, wasteland, wasteland

hoe ass niggas, we fit to kill em!

wasteland (repeat till end)