(feat. The Lost Boys, Rasir X, Sho)



"Ya know, I think these guys are different from the rest

The violent behavior displayed when dealing with their enemies

Is humanly inconcievable to people like you and me

Their lack of compassion towards men can only be rivaled

By the a gang of hoodlums lead bySatan himself

I can tell you this much I wouldn't wanna fuck with em"



Its lip talka from the motherfuckin lost boys

Rooster Park, 5th Ward

One on one you get beat down

Baby hurt got the 9 waitin to let off 12 rounds

You wanna start shit? Try it

I got niggaz on the north, east, south and west side

I'm lost motherfucker, I'm wicked

Up in yo ass is where a nigga might kick it

Flamingo is our hang out

We call it bloody 5th, ya get cha brains blown out

Big Iron got all streets sewed up

Come through Cally Court and get yo ass fucked

Ramin here got the car jack

And I'm Lil' back, I control on the phat sack

And them motherfuckin punks over here bitch

But if ya stack up I got back up

Bitch fuck your crew fuck your set

Fuck your posse fuck your click

We can take this shit to the morgue

You got homeboys, we got homeboys



[CHORUS x4]

Clock em, glock em

Drop em, Stop em



[Willie D]

Don't blame me for the motherfuckin slaughter

Nigga couldn't swim but he got into the water

Stuck his head in some shit, now he drownin

Like Bozo, I had to clown him

He and his boys tried to fold me

Called me to the square, but the square couldn't hold me

Now some were big and some were tall

But the bigger they come the harder they fall

God damn I ain't nothin nice

Fuckin with Will you fall quicker than Vanilla Ice

So all them niggaz that cha got witcha

Won't mean shit when I hitcha

With the pump, other assault weapon

"Didn't they ban that shit man?" Yeah, but I kept em

Wise up, gotta keep the ups

Its a must we bust in guns we trust

I can't fear another nigga G

Cause if he get smoked he gonna bleed just like me

My philosiphy is to hit em with the AK

So hear me when I say

Fuck your crew fuck your set

Fuck your posse fuck your click

We can take this shit to the morgue

You got homeboys, we got homeboys



[CHORUS]



[Rasir X]

Well its 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 motherfuckers

Runnin with the ruckus, niggaz be tryin to buck us

With the bang bang boogey, shoot em up typa shit

When niggaz get buck wild, I'm your Clark Kent

Come for red don't bar none what cha brangin, whatcha brung

Its run yo run you gone pay for whatcha done

Cause Rasir X Ray don't sleep till he pull a couple a strings 

Call for back up niggaz straight off the cut

Niggaz backed up for miles

Filed up in files, piled up in piles ooo honey child

What we did was a must, when my niggaz start to bust

Its, ashes to ashes, dust to dust

And I trust ain't the nigga to get stuck with

I'm one hill billy motherfucker you don't wanna fuck with

I'm still rougher in the hills with that Uncle Will

And this is how a motherfucker feel

Fuck your crew fuck your set

Fuck your posse fuck your click

We can take this shit to the morgue

You got homeboys, we got homeboys



[CHORUS]



[Sho]

Wise up, we don't fuck around

Yeah I got some niggaz that'll lay yo ass down

We ain't scared ta shoot, we all clockin loot

Fuck with Sho I'll dress yo ass in a funeral suit

And if you try to steal me then notify your next of kin

Cause you done stepped into a lion's den

Where all my niggaz bitin

You can draw a gun, pull a knife, or we can old school fist fight

It really don't matter

Cause when the shit hit the fan I know my niggaz won't scatter

They got my back to the end

Now you lookin around this bitch tryin to find a fuckin friend

But now its too late

Plus I see some yellow tape

Nah, thats yo soul at hells gates

Fuck a 9 I gotta 37 shot clip bitch

You done fucked with the wrong click



[CHORUS]