[talking]

Asshole By Nature

I see you motherfuckers just determined

to make a nigga get on y'all ass

roach ass motherfuckers

I don't know what to do with you beat up ass broke motherfuckers

see us in the streets......



[Verse 1: Boss]

What can I do to get these hoe ass niggaz out my mix

I'm straight from the block tryna get a brick

I ended up puttin shit down with the click

now a bunch of niggaz out ridin my dick

I'm a slide me a bitch, sit him in the 6

put zip lock then I'm a hide me a bitch

no more pride for the bitch

niggaz get mad cause I bang to the left, and plus I ride when I switch

stickin to the G guide line, peep them from the side line

Boss gotta big gat bitch I'm a hide mine

got it ready to pop and put you on the high line

from my hot nine thinkin I would never pull out and pop mine

bitch it's the maab, ridin our dick must be your big job

I might serve every nigga standin in your squad

got G's from over seas, and places apart

you don't wanna fuck around

put him in the middle of a 30-30 scope and I'm buckin him down

4 slugs hit e'm before he touchin' the ground

I'm in love with my rounds, I be lovin the sound

while I'm huggin four pounds, hoe made niggaz better move when I'm 'round

before my face show a frown



hittin niggaz up with that HGC and that 2-2-3 and I'm ditchin the town



[Verse 2: Trae]

Guess who the fuck-top back in the do'

seperatin from the plex with a beam and a scope

hop fly I'm a hit a nigga dead in his throat

with a mac fully attack no force to let go

might touch on a nigga like Shaq

hit him in chest now he body rockin like Pat

when he size up I'm a put his ass on his back

have his bitch ass runnin to the trunk for the gat-where the haters at

better yet nigga why bother, I'm a pain in the ass like Antonio Tarver

ABN we opperate like the carter, and been G'd up since a nigga was starters

North to the South, South back to the North

East to the West let it go I set it off

we the team of the H plus we run with the south

Trae, Jayton, Z Ro the Crooked, and Lil'Boss

hop in the L crank up ready to floss

swoop through the block my frame ready-to-toss

mouth piece gotta nigga bout to goin off

cause my grill worth about 4 ki's in the south

now what can I do about niggaz like these

AK's to the chest will make them burn like trees

forty-rounds out the clip will make them scat like fleas

roach ass nothin type of niggaz gotta bleed



["What can I do" repeated 'til end]