(feat. Big Chiefa, Mr. Pookie)



[Big Chiefa]

Hold ya tongue

Cuz you might say something I might not like (Uhmm)

And if you do

Then you just might lose your life tonight (Don't say nothing nigga)

My big brother told me

Never let a nigga fuck me (fuck me)

And if I don't

He'll never let a nigga touch me (touch me)

Don't say nothing

If you really ain't about no answer (Hold ya tongue nigga)

Cuz where I'm from

We be bout it

Them domes be smashin' (Domes be smashin')

I'm from West Dallas

Say bra

I'm gon' holla that (I'm gon holla that)

Lil' brotha Lucci and Mr. Pookie

They got my back (Look they got my back)

Ooh Wee

You betta learn who you fuckin' wit (what nigga)

Say bra

You betta hop off in some gangsta shit (Lay it down)

I'm talkin' bout

Ski-maskes (They don't want none)

And hollow tips (They don't want none)

4-4's, (Know ya role nigga)

choppaz wit extended clips

Whoa now

I don't think you want to fuck wit that

This ain't no movie

Once you get killed ain't no comin' back (This ain't no movie)

So if you ever get tha nerves to disrespect (Any ya'll)

Disrespect tha Chiefa remember ya disrespectin' the West



[Chorus x2: Big Chiefa]

You niggaz bet not come half steppin'

Cuz we got somethin' that'll split cha

And watch them hollow points eat cha up

Nigga What

You can't touch me

So I advise you niggaz

Don't try to fuck me



[Mr. Pookie]

Now, I'm gon' tell you like this

Betta be mo careful who you roll wit

Cuz I got crook niggaz

You think you know schemin' up on yo shit

Talkin' all that hoe lip

I won't be leanin' when I confiscate

Hit ya place

Wit a bunch of Crook niggaz while flashin' nickel plates

I see you niggaz half steppin'

Plottin' schemin' watch me think it up

Now all my mark Crook niggaz squeeze and bust

I leave ya crushed

Caught em slippin'

sippin' on yellow tusk

Swelled em up

Cuz in this game

livin' is hell for us

Can't let em be

Turn tha tables

He'll do tha same to me

Takin' fleet

And if you live

Say boy ya best tah be

Lucci please

Calm me down 'for I let bullets free

Shakin' leaves

And in tha mist of this

We takin' cheese

I make em bleed

Tell ya again boy if I have tah

We comin'

Ya runnin'

I'ma send these hollow tips right at cha

Feel tha wrath of three crook playaz

From tha North and West we holdin'

Keep on wit cha stuntin'

Watch out for tha big ol' bouldaz we throwin'



[Chorus x2]



[Mr. Lucci]

Get up out my face

Quit crowdin' my space

Peepin' me from neck to waist

Knowin' you fakaz

Soft as cakaz

Pushin' Lucci tah cop tha case

Who in tha fuck do you think I be?

What in tha hell do you think you see?

If it ain't treal then it ain't me

Ain't nothin' but G'z about my streets

That's all I know

Clutchin' tha 4-4

And goin' toe foe toe

Straight blow foe blow

Makin' em bleed slow

While us Crooks take control

Me, P-O-O-K-I-E, and Chief

Goin' on a rippin spree

Triple deep

Knockin' these ol' hoe ass nigga right up off they feet

As we speed em up

And heat em up

Hollows steadily eat em up

The ones that's thinkin' it's free tah bump

The ones that's shakin' his feet in tha trunk

Talkin' all that nonsense

Fuck around make me bomb bitch

Unless you want tah see me strong arm shit

Keep thinkin' that I'm harmless

I see em everyday

Actin' like they born tah hate

When I'm blowin' my cake

What tha fuck is goin' tah take

Tah let these niggaz know

I wasn't born tah play

From tha North of D

It's Mista

AKA

Wig Splitta

Showin' these half steppin' niggaz

I'm serious bout my issues



[Chorus x2]