[Mr. Man (Boobonic)]

"Ayyo, let me tell y'all somethin'. We ball like the ballers ball,

("We ball.") pimp like the pimpers pimp; ("We pimps.")

and when we want, we can take like the takers take.

("You want drugs?") 'Knaw-mean? Southwest, we get down.

("That's right.") What. Ayyo, check it."



Ay, for the most part, I'm smart. Keep birds

I'm the type 'get head in the whip, won't swerve'

In the winter rock Timberland boots, long furs

Usually if I shot at you niggas, we had words

Aim might be off a little, it's bad nerves

Mister, a step above like street curbs

M-R D-O-T, somethin' nasty

Price it but ain' gon' cop? Don't ask me

Hot as the drop. Cold, my top glassy

You don't really think I'm grown? Kidnap me

Uh, respect is all I ask for

Wit' no problem, spray your Accord

I leave you face down, dead on your dashboard

Sixteen shots in your front left door

then I spent off, wipe my fingerprints off

Rob pass the creep. Man, that scene get tossed

Playin' ketchup/catch-up got you lost on the sauce

You ain't nothin' but crack, I supply all raw

like them cars you saw bounce on Crenshaw

Tell them Boyz in your Hood the same goes for y'all. What?!



[T-Mix]

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go



[Boobonic]

Yo, again it's Boobonic. Shit, I leave a thug wet

Trust me when I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yet

Layin' on the deck, blood pressure gettin' low

and it's fucked up because you was never gettin' dough

'Young boy, who you talkin' to?' Then I bust him

Sonny, talkin' to C. I love you but can't trust you

It's me and Mister, 's like A.C. and O.J.:

everybody know we all about that all day

Tell ya again, don't fuck wit' A. Jones,

kill you while you talkin' to broads on pay phones

Sick flow, I know how to get dough. ("Yeah.")

Ski mask outta ya house and get low

I don't see you when you talk? That's invisible threats

See Boo iced out in invisible sets

Niggas must think that I'm outta my mind

like I'm out in the streets without the nine

Come on, use your brain before I put 'em on the floor

One shot, I bet you won't walk no more

Reason why, you went sick-up crazy

Now your mom over top of you like 'Get up, baby!'

But not today, he gone and that's that

I'ma put it on wax in fact and that's rap

Let it go. Uh. Mister Man, Boobonic

Uh. You ain't ready, nigga



[T-Mix]

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go



[Mr. Man]

Who keep the hot block? ("Mister.") Hot glock? ("Mister.")

Call the cops tryin' to snitch on... ("Mister.")

Big chips? ("Mister.") Nice whips? ("Mister.")

Big dick? ("Mister.") Fuck yo' sister

Bitch you call, she call to talk about Mister

Whole time, thinkin' it was all about rap

knowin' I'ma playa. How the fuck you think that?

Compare a brick of raw to an ounce just of crack



[Boobonic]

You can catch me in your bitch ear sayin' I'm fuckin' nice

at the bar. Cristal and a bucket of ice

You can catch a nigga lookin' at me, mad 'cause I'm eatin'

Type: crack on my bitch just to tell her I'm cheatin'. ("Sucka.")

I talk that shit and walk it like beat cops

'Bonic all over it soon as the beat drops

It's Most Wanted; them niggas that got the street hot,

crushin' all y'all niggas that pray that we flop

Shit I spit, well

Out in Cali in a four-point-six tippin' richter scales. ("Get it?")

The new lever, did more than you ever

Real niggas hate when we spill, we too clever



[T-Mix]

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk

Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked

Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)

Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go.