[talking:] 

Run it, gangstas and gentlemen 

It's your boy, Killa nigga (they know who it is) 

That's right nigga, run it yeah 

That's right, the truth in this bitch nigga 

The truth in this motherfucker nigga, (Killa) 



[Kyleon:] 

On and on, and my glock I'm palming 

Take two shots, and call me in the morning 

You ain't gotta see P. Diddy, to get a warning 

Or go to Big Poppa, to ask him who shot ya 

I'm the doctor, this lyrical surgery 

The truth in the booth, while y'all committing purgery 

I'm a star on these tracks G, go and ask P 

With the flow, water's the only thing that can match me 

Apply pressure, that'll knock off your shoulders 

I'm finna to do away with these, knock off Hovas 

Spit a sixteen, end your careers 

Since you can't see me, tell somebody lend you a ear 

Now they listening, the picture's clear 

I'm in the top spot, whack raps can't get you here 

And that's the reason, why I got this nice bling 

With these Bathing Apes fits, and this kicks by Ice Cream 



[PJ:] 

Six in the morning, back on the block 

With a big black glock, and a pack full of rocks 

Back on top, out of the FED's 

Outlaw nigga, back getting his bread 

Straight from the hood, that's all I know 

Sell grams of this dro, or grams of blow 

Hustler fa sho, the O.G.'s told me 

Trust no nigga, do my dirt by my lonely 

Most niggaz fony, fraud as hell 

Rap or the trap, got bars for sale 

Niggaz be hating, pay em no mind 

Keep fucking they bitches, stay on my grind 

Hate to see a nigga shine, mad and shit 

Niggaz act like, they never had shit 

PJ nigga, G fa sho 

Just hit a nigga up, when you need that snow 



[Chris Ward:] 

My flow is hell-a-vicious, your's is repetitious 

I's a playa spread the word, go tell them bitches 

They just mad at me, and hate me gladly 

Cause I ain't they baby daddy, pushing that baby caddy 

See I'm that nig, they call C. Wig 

That pump more oil, than a fucking oil rig 

I got a style, that the whole world can dig 

And I can make any track, snap like a twig 

Even though my flow, is kinda hard to catch on 

You gotta do like Lambo doors, and latch on 

On my hip like a phone clip, the strap is attached on 

If you disrespect the kid, leave half your back gone 

See all my life, I done rolled with G's 

Thugstas hustlers, and I roll with thieves 

You niggaz, is pussy 

You need to check yourself between the legs, to see if you got ovaries 

As for me, my pockets stay overdosed with these 

And I got more dames, than churches got rosaries 

Yeah-yeah I'm C. Wiggity Whoadie Weez 

With a attitude, that can take on four of me's 

I got goals, for the future 

And one of them is to sell c.d.'s, overseas 

I mean I'm to the point, where I'm trying to weigh my own salaries 

Hundred percent fat, plus high counts of calories 

You know, I get in these hoes head like allergies 

And have em bidding over the dick, like they at those galleries 

These new rappers, don't flatter me 

Even though they say imitation, is the highest form of flattery 



[talking:] 

Thank ya but no thank ya, dick riders 



[Slim Thug:] 

The Boss is back, the Boss is back 

I told P let a G, G talk to that 

You wanna be like the Boss, it'll cost you black 

Saw a lot of good years, I'm a flosser black 

Whether rap or crack, the money the proof 

A straight hustler from the youth, nigga that's the truth 

When y'all was shooting hoops, through the nets and loops 

I was standing on the block, or standing in the booth 

Like I'ma get it, like Nino or Snoop shit 

Either or, but fuck being poor 

I'ma walk up the block, till my legs get sore 

Spit hits in the mic, till my throat get raw 

Run the streets, if it's peace or war 

If I gotta squash beef, shoot the heat some more 

We're here this evening, for one reason 

To keep the streets bleeding, this Outlaw season 

The light green, for me and my dream team 

To be scene from Queens, to the streets of Bejing 

So clean when I hit the scene hot new drop 

New bop on the block, picking up a new knot 

Got the number one spot, records sell or not 

Nan nigga wanna see me, in that parking lot 

Nan nigga wanna see me, when it come to the diamonds 

I'll blind him, you crazy I'll out shine him 

Rock in the pinky ring, cost mo' than your set up 

Chain so heavy, I can barely hold my head up 

You seen a yard, with this many cars 

Whatever you ain't making no sense, lil' man just shut up