Ayo , its ill when i'm heated how my heart stay cold
 write a rhyme that make the gats around the world explode
 now behold the burning malice of a treacherous soul
 first time I shot a gun duke , I was 12 years old
 But since then , I've never put it down my friend
 she go to war when I tell her
 fuck a who , why , when , til the end
 indeed its good to have and not need
 even better when you can shoot back and not bleed
 take heed , poppin like an El full of seed
 my team is gettin bigger , got more mouths to feed
 Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice
 it got to do with lots of money and it aint nothin nice
 it aint nothin nice

 Chorus: (2x)
 Ay , you believe in God?
 you do , tell him to save you
 cause me and these niggaz here
 we aint tryin to save you
 regardless of the fact that its close to home
 I gotta finish your life , so I can start my own

 my own nigga

 Psycho Les:

 Ayo , my audios guaranteed to lift the audience
 it was that time again
 so we gathered up 40 men
 40 ounces , trees burning , heads bouncin
 dollars is the mission
 sittin in the yoga position
 isolate my mind from your bitchin
 pulp fiction
 lose you in the mix in
 lets get this poppin , lock down the top 10
 knockin pretty boy cats on they ass each time we drop kid
 yeah , you know how we comin
 raw grooves with the funky drum drummin
 and when my song goes off
 you'll still be hummin
 noddin your head , or singin my chorus
 the after midnight feen
 the 4 in the morning blunt feen
 peelin dutches
 fill em in like taco shells
 willing judges
 wheeling jake with half a cake in my coat
 pointin gats like remotes
 at cats with federal notes
 tossin bodies off boats

 chorus (2x)

 our own nigga , our own