(feat. Ice Water Inc.)



[Intro: Polite (P.C.)]

[whispering]

Eh yo.. eh yo.

[speaking normally]

Ice Water (yeah yeah)

Don't get it twisted

We'll shoot yo' ass, nigga

Haha (P.C., nigga, P.C.)

Y'all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live



[Stumic]

Yo it's a new year, bitch, and I'm takin' over

My whole crew here, bitch, and the game is over

Niggas, talkin' faces, soldier

If rap don't work, get back to that bakin' soda

On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than Oprah

I got clips that'll leave you with ya face on a poster

I talk slick and I'm sprayin' the toaster

Sparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off shit the way I'm supposed to

You the type to go up North straight scrappin' a sore butt

And ain't nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up

You got work? I'll be rapin' ya dolja

I'm takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw up

Cuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm waitin' to blow up

I'll take cash on ya mom's and turn her frame into donuts



[P.C.]

Yo.. yo.. yo.

Eh yo I'm blazin' hot, never haze or flop

Wanna battle? Name ya price, I'ma raise the pot

Put ya car on the line, I'ma take ya drop

Put ya jewels up, I'ma take ya chain and watch

It's like I hard ball and you, play soft

Just call me the Hitler when I spit about eight off (Adolf)

Shots'll rip ya face off, nigga ya heard me?

Beat you black and blue like a Hitman jersey

P.C. never been known to play games

I spray things that'll re-arrange ya brain

I cock and aim, miss you then pop ya dame

Only reason that I came through's to lock the game



[Chorus: Polite]

Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to?

Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? [barking]

You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?

Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh?

Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to?

Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? [barking]

You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?

Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh?



[Cigars]

Y'all niggas see me eatin' all of ya plate

Don't give a fuck about ya background shit about the songs you make

And I know you see the draw on the waist

Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face

They call me Alexander Sean the Great

Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake

I need this bank money, throw me the safe

All these killas involved, the cops'll fuck around and chalk the place

Yo they wonder why we hang with crooks

Shit is take free, not used to money off the books

Broke faggot nigga caught in a juks

I'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook



[Polite]

What the fuck you gon' do when we run in ya crib?

Either we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kids

And we only got hours to live

So give up the ransom or find they ass up under the bridge

'Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' niggas

Cuz I'll rob yo' ass faster than some Brooklyn niggas

Yo this rap game twisted, everybody beefin

Everybody killas now and ain't nobody leakin

Smoke a lot of weed so I don't like to fight

But I might go upside ya fuckin' head with a pipe

Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite

Give a fuck about a hood, it ain't safe at night

You fucker!



[Chorus]



[Outro: Polite (Stumic)]

I'm tellin' you, man

Young motherfuckers, man

Y'all niggas is really fuckin' pissin' me off

Who you gon' run to?

Who you gon' fuckin' call when I put this motherfuckin

fo'-fo' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy?

Haha (Shot in yo' face)

Who the fuck you gon' call?

(Call the cops) Uh-uh, uh-uh