[Seagram]
 Click  click  boom
 On your mothafuckin' ass  punk
 Its that nigga name Seag bringin' funk
 Straight from the O to the A to the K to the L to the A to N to the D
 (Bitch!)
 S.N.V. is a hood that I roll through
 Talkin' that punk shit  nigga  I told you
 You cant fuck with the real loc gee
 You niggaz dont know me
 I fucked your dead homie
 And I can give a fuck about the shit that you stress
 I'm handlin' more mail than you B.S.
 So you can jump up
 And pump up your mothafuckin' Reeboks
 I cant be faded not even with some Clorex
 I'm funky like sweat socks
 Funky like stink
 Cock a hundred dee on that deal block
 When you see me in the Benz
 Jealous niggaz dont be talkin'
 I aint sidin' on you, tricks
 I'm just flossin'
 So be aware of the late nite stranger
 With 49 in the clip and one in the chamber...

 [Gangsta P]
 Mothafuckas want the rocks? Well, I got'em
 Steppin' on the block
 And never leave home without'em
 Slangin' on the mothafuckin' Seminary street
 Now I'm known to be a gee cause the nigga's 23
 Step broke and get broke off some proper
 My lil homie Ken
 Pulled a trigga of a Chopper, nigga
 Lets get ghost in the bucket
 Cock the steel, fuck the police
 Cause the niggaz is real
 Comin' from the mothafuckin' sixties
 Known to pull a trigga
 Till the clip's on empty
 Stranded in the jungles of the East Oaktown
 Come through but i still slang my dope a pro
 Ice creams, so wont you come and get it?
 Niggaz try to jack get sprayed and be finished
 Lil Gangsta P, S.N.V.
 Till I die, layin' dead six feet deep...

 [Seagram]
 4-deep in the bucket
 Rollin' with some convicts, East Side lunatics
 Doin' shit, stack some dough, slap a hoe
 Or jack a foe with my MAC-1-0
 Straight from Oakland Cali
 Slangin' birds in the alley
 High performances on rallies
 Fuck the police precint
 And a kitchen sink
 They try to make us stink
 I got killa instinct
 They got me heated
 So they gettin' treated
 With this medication
 AK's sprayin' with no hesitation
 Aint no love for them mothafuckin' rednecks
 Cause in the ghetto shootin' cops is a re-flex
 As we swing low in the Cheriot
 Shoot the cop, take the gat, then bury it
 Caught up in the ways of the East Side
 Aint no peace ride, the decease ride