(feat. 0-1, Black Child, Caddillac Tah, Charli B., D.O.)



[Ronnie Bumps]

Alright...get your motherfuckin guns up (Throw them guns up)

Fuck that (And my motherfuckin two)

This is hows it going down this is how it's goin motherfuckin big

We still don't give a fuck (You know)

For life (You know) For death (You know)



A knife will your frame or (I gotta gun)

What the fuck you think the things for (shed blood)

Man I keep it gang when I it's time to give it

Understand we run bank who colidin wit us?

I'm knee deep in the game, plannin the block in the rain

Tell your mom dog ain't shit gon change

The world don't trust us, one whore gutters

POV City hustlas, Ya gun motherfuckers



[D.O.]

Hit the gun away bumps man I got these niggaz

Tell Caddillac to chill I'm about to rock these niggaz

Got your game sharp man cuz you watchin niggaz

Now I'm back on top, can't stop me niggaz

It's hard like life, man dog I'm holdin the dice

I'm ain't trying to poke your wife, man I'm gunnin for ice

When you see me on the streets pray for your life

It's murder motherfucker now your payin the price



[Merc]

Yo, yo, yo

Get it right cuz we ain't the type for all the bullshit

Nigga front give him the full clip

I back down your whole strip,  Let off six

Get low re-load quick Stand up and fire again

Never test Merc You could be a foe or a friend

We don't give a fuck if it ain't murder you can get it

Ya nigga young, doorag under the finit

And I'm labeled as a problem for all y'all niggaz



[Jody Mack]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Who y'all know who to come to when twenty three shoe slow

The gangsta Mack I kill dudes fo-sho

I ain't the game nigga, I be poppin them thangs

At anyone of y'all niggaz who think we locked in this game

Ya motherfuckers must be ready to die

Fuckin wit the murderous I

Knowin that the murder was right

(So la la la) who wanna get at me nigga

(Who am I?) Ten Mack I clap you nigga



[Rah]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It was bad enough that I live a thug life, shit

I had ta crush it up and throw it in bags and pitch

Night in and night out, now I'm a clear it out

When I spit outta my mouth, niggaz know what I'm about

It's no lookin back, tryin to get out of time to stack

Workin and puttin it in and waitin to get it back

Bloods thick and when money comes that's real phat

In tens and thin and a bitch then look at that



[0-1]

Who am I, 0-1 livin the time

Befo the time I be pushin the five

So ya niggaz better (Get it riiiight)

Or get it real fucked up

20 or some odd shots flyin threw your truck

What the deal, wanna know how I feel right now?

Ready to kill motherfuckers and lay niggaz down

Fuckin wit niggaz that's clown, fuckin wit niggaz that's wild

Be lost, can't be found

Be found somewhere drowned, motherfuckers



[Charli Baltimore]

Knock knock who is it?

The fuckin esquisit

Chuck spit for my bitches on federal visits

With the weed that cop smugglin

Baby daddies are not jugglin

Cases, time faces

Twenty five bitch ride and bitch lie

Cuz real chicks do their bid to wit kids to

And that's murda for real

Bitch thug me, hood niggaz lovin me

Gangsta ass touchin me, Chuck



[Caddillac Tah]

Yo, yo

Whenever 'llac hotwire the 'lac

Niggaz better get the fire and get the runnin

When the fifth spit gunnin, I'm leavin em numb and shit

Now he can't feel his legs, fifteen minutes away from death

Let us pray

I've been cut, remied up

In the box, the porshe

On the eighteen they ain't thugs but I keep em clean

And dope fiends, off the nine and a half board off they leanin

Whoever think shit don't stink I leave em stinkin

Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder



[Black Child]

What, yeah, yeah, nigga

And we don't bang and ball

We burry the bubble and buy another one tommorow

Die motherfucker a head full of hollo's

Close your casket, them basterd in those apollo's

Wanna lock us up, stop our rush

Pop the clutch, split a nigga back like a dutch

That's what's up

Nigga, we still don't give a fuck [echoes out]