[Hook:] X 4
 We bogus bogus and mafia!
 Say what?
 [Never]
 Stand tall when this shit jump off
 Better back back down
 Got a wild wolf pack attack
 We'll body snatch em  crack em
 Detach and smack em
 Run from the gun finna have you some
 Spin em around ready to drown em
 Missin arm leg leg arm head they found em stankin
 Cuz he wasn't ready for the wild gankin
 Blindfold execution style
 Certified straight lunatic bucked
 Good county bounty rowdy better be audi
 Bangers fulla anger, step into my chamber
 Oh I'm finna hang ya, rodeo ranglers
 Ride, east coast west coast
 In the middle, down south, 2 bogus
 Hypnotized Minds with the Conflict bumpin
 Your trunk and we steady dumpin
 [Crunchy Black?]
 It's a motherfuckin stick up
 Giddy your shit up
 Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin club up
 Crucial Conflict, click I roll with
 Better get a bitch, war and straight gun up
 Gimme that money, ain't shit funny
 Fuckin with a motherfuckin nigga from down south
 Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't ?tray?
 Find this gun in your motherfuckin mouth, test me baby
 If you think I'm playin, proof test me baby
 If you know what I'm sayin
 Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here prayin
 Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here layin
 Face down in the ground hopin dead they live
 You ain't Mafia, you don't know the deal
 Representin Memphis to the fullest and I got my gat
 But it ain't where you from it's where you at
 I'm in the golden, nigga
 [Hook] X 4
 [Coldhard]
 Well if your city's hardest
 Man have you seen the lives I feel that I have lived before
 Paid to do my same life
 Hopin I don't get dropped bogus for nothin I do
 Smoke Hay like them playas back in the 50's, it's a new
 We in the cell too
 We could get clink claks and thousand suits
 Lizard boots, a ring or two
 How you move to the blue, how you call us crew
 Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you lose
 Me and my down south niggas rule
 Fuck the other nigga, we pay dues too
 [Juicy J]
 This goes out to all my niggas
 Flippin cheese and countin figures
 Put your boy up in the picture
 Knowin I wanna be down with ya
 Memphis niggas, Chi-Town niggas
 Clicked up like notorious killas
 Never focused, always bogus
 Blunts and guns is all we totin
 Constantly rollin, constantly rollin
 Tight on white but weed I'm smokin
 Every corner playas postin
 Eyes are red from dope we chokin
 All your hoes they blowin kisses
 Pay attention to our pimpin
 Flict, Nino, and the Juice
 We tear the club up thugs and bitches
 [Kilo]
 Bone solid! Cuz papa was a rolling stone
 Gotta get em on and it's on but in the terror zone
 Havin visions of glistens my posse ridin
 Dippin in my stridin
 Never slippin, just slidin, canivin
 Bogus bogus nigga hopeful
 Got that mossberg
 Send the word, Kilo
 Not because the mac spittin potent dope
 And this overdose, comatose
 We gon rush and drain your mind
 It's a Conflict in the ghetto
 And we livin in crucial times
 [Hook] X 4
 [Lord Infamous]
 Scarecrow is frozen, not frozen and cold
 We the cold terrorists, we have entered this city Chicago
 Cruical the Conflict the Memphis streets is
 Now you niggas know you can't break (..?..)
 I'ma let this mob take off
 Won't stop until I knock it off
 The left fill it up till it wet and erupt
 Erupt like muggin my type busta
 Come get up in the middle of an inner city riddle
 Wanna fill a figure up, and not just a little
 Feel my force, of course you're hoarse
 >From the rusty point of Scarecrow's sickle
 Stabbin up thorugh the ?vouches?
 Lord Infamous shock absorbin
 I'm squishin like project roaches
 Cuz we be the niggas 2 bogus 2 bogus
 [Wildstyle]
 Smile for the bullhorn the alarm to run
 Gun got me so gone hit em son
 We the number one young gun
 Hold em up or fold em up son no love for none
 Run up and get done punk
 Hit em up jump straight bucked
 When it dump it come bullet'll thump ya junk
 It's on fool pull the wrong move
 And soon lose ya like Lucifer
 In the middle make a fool of ya
 Ruin ya nigga choose and get abused ya crushed
 Huh? Where ya nuts son?
 I got Chicago straight Chicago
 98 shit figured up on John Doe
 In the roll no flow peepin at all
 Close to coast close to crawl
 Bump em all, put em in shock
 Cuz ya can't walk or walk
 If ya know who the boss, pack it up
 Ya lost, say what?
 [Hook] (till fade