Now what would you do if I blast
 All up in your shit  mother fuck the whole staff
 Niggas non flow  nine millimeter ?shit than slug?
 I'm seeing bloody bodies on the motherfucking rug
 6 O'clock be the time  if it's on  let it be
 You see it in my eyes riding through hella deep sea
 Bitch you ain't gone do me like you did the lenchmob
 I'm decorated in this game  I played too motherfucking long
 Now  I ain't gotta name nobody name
 All I'm knowing is the whole fucking roster is complaining
 Talking 'bout these white boys trying to do promotions
 And white bitches trying to get fuck by these soldiers
 Talking wit that slang like you down but now hold on
 Seen that ass enough to get your devil ass stoled on
 Fucking wit the wrong nigga, playing wit my cash
 I'm known for putting devils on they motherfucking back
 Blast through the front door, what the fuck, I'm 'posed to talk
 Fuck court, I'll be a dead nigga 'fore you walk
 Blaow, now the nine had no motherfuckng mercy
 So who the sexy nigga, bitch, record label murder

 Chorus: (girl sings in background: Record Label Murder... That nigga ???? is serious, better have a nigga money, or next time your ?pay?...)
 Now we fit to start some shit
 Motherfucker shoulda quit
 Out for each and every dime, seem like every time
 I turn around, some jacky motherfucker trying to take what's mine
 Got the whole fucking clique
 Now we fit to start some shit
 Got these niggas out the zoo for the job
 Bow down or motherfucker you can die when we start robbing

 Verse 2:
 So many times I've seen these niggas fucked up out they chips
 'Cause they didn't know the game, only making 10 percent
 Dealing wit these fucking jews, now you losing everytime
 How many (girl sings in background: The County Line) platinum niggas standing in the county line
Make you want to get your brick and snatch his ass up out the car
 Baby renegotiate, fucking wit them scars
 Now you asking who I'm talking 'bout, homie you could pick
 This whole industry got niggas' shit on whitey dick
 And now, since I'm a soldier known to speak my fucking mind
 I'ma put you up on game everytime I start to rhyme
 Fuck that devil, get your own man, learn about some shit
 Or be another broke nigga telling what he did
 And now I think you know that I really gives a fuck
 Fear no evil cause I'm God let that the devil try his luck
 Last man standing up for the truth, say you heard it
 These players getting played homie, record label murder

 Chorus