[Lil Wayne] 

I strike a load you get served I ain't to be joked with 

Fake Buster get smoked with, you provoke it 

I explode it, unload it, reload it, unload again and 

Put another clip in, 50 Shots to win I can't lose its Impossible 

Plus I got a Chopper 50 Shots bout to be droppin' you 

I be bout straight hittin' the beef kicker the set then 

Leave the set and leave a beef kicker wet 

Jet off the scene with the Uptown Fighters 

Red Dot Sighers, all week Night Flighters 

I'ma get 'cha when ya least expect it 

Cock the Glock check it, a Vase can't protect it boy 

Is ya ready? I leave yo set wetty 

Slugs flyin' high got ya body real heavy 

Ya can't move, ya got bucked now ya stuck 

Left wet on the set, tell yo boys to pick ya up 

Out cold, head swole, eyes drove 

I know Fa'sho you ain't gone test me no more 

Yo block tore, yo Family in black clothes 

You got blowed, and in yo chest is many holes 

This goes, A Lot of rounds of Ammo 

I show how Uptown Niggas drove 

Ya fake boy, me and my niggas did it to ya 

Automatic, Black Chopper Trigger Pullers 

That's how we be, loadin' clips then release 

Eight deep, in the 300 E, leather seats, and in the trunk atiliary 

Up the street, where I score shoul ain't for me 

The B.G. that's the name I go by 

Test me? You die ask Kangol bout it 

Hide Out, if ya clip slide out, Ride Out 

Yo block bout to die out 

Move yo People I'm burnin' down the whole street 

The Night Creepers, bout to heat our enemy 

Lights Off, Mask On Creep Silent 

Life's gone we don't left yo block quiet 

Retaliate wait, know you not boy 

Cause I'm a Hot Boy, Nine-Milli Cock Boy 

Chopper gunnin' you scared, you see us runnin' 

Start movin' me and Juvey when we comin' 



[Juvenile] 

In yo lap yo brain sit, got a Chopper splittin' through bricks 

A you Black Crucifix, up in the dirt I be knockin' dicks 

Smooth and Beretically, my pocket rockin' to Six Figures 

I'm polverizin' niggas pullin' K-F's with two triggers 

On my body theres a side of me 

It only come out at night though 

Them Demons got me on a flight 

Duck Tape'N and takin' life, or even worse 

It could be Three O'clock, on a Sunday by Church 

Yo brains I'ma have to burst 

You shouldn't have fucked with me first 

Gettin' full of some Malcolm, Adams Apple I scalp 'em 

Got Richard Penatin callin' for National Guards to come help him 

Very seldom when ya see, when you do what do you do? 

Bust back, better be a head shot, if not then it's through 

I'm comin' around the corner bout to pull a Meatball on ya 

Fully dressed like a hoe, and in my purse is a Calico 

Me and Lil Turk if you heard of a merger on a murder 

50 G'z on his head, what the fuck did you say? 

50 G'z Fa'sho that nigga live next door 

Call the man, give him a rang, left the sucker change 

Look I fuck with that rap shit, but acts a donkey on the low 

A Hot Boy representin' this bitch like Black and Moe 







[Turk] 

I start to poppin' niggas start to droppin' 

I'm havin' fatal thoughts I think I'm fuckin' Shell Shockin' 

Niggas bangin' Four, Five rangin' in my ear 

I'm not scared, cause I'm Soldier, and Soldiers have no fuckin' fear 

In my sleep at night, I'm seein' war fights 

Wakin' up thinkin' a nigga took my fuckin' life 

Unnecessary shit, mind clickin' like a light switch 

Who picked you up on any nigga or any bitch 

Don't give a fuck, steady bangin' in dodgin' camoflaguin' 

With my Mack- Elivin' , Hot Boy$, that whole Ca$h Money Click 

Don't fuck with, unless we known to get in yo shit 

I'm Shell Shock bitch, only thing on my mind 

Kill a nigga with that fuckin' Chrome-9 

Don't have time for them dog hoes 

Goin' through a stage with that Chopper and that 4-4 



[Juvenile] 

What's this shit I hear about you boys Partners-N-Crime 

You think you U.N.L.V. punished you bitches the last time 

Now you gonna shine, let me put somethin' on yo mind 

Look I was born in this bitch for taken hits, and protectin' shit 

Its a Fa'sho thing, I'ma bring drama or I'ma wet 'cha 

Ya bests be bout ya Issue, if not God bless ya 

What make you think 2-2-6 wasn't strong? 

That's what we do, you wrong 

They both com and they gone 

Off Toppers, I'ma deal with you and yo Partners 

T.C. , L.D. , Willard Street with Choppers 

Drama is the need for Ca$h, we play it right though 

I'm comin' to get a nigga ass, like I'm them white folks 

Look, better be bout it, if not better be rowdy 

It's all in yo mind ha?, You gone shine, ha 

I doubt it