Yo  yo  you can let the magnum bust
 Or puff bags of dust
 If you mad at us
 Watch that ass get crushed
 Now you screamin why did the blood have to rush
 There's a buncha thugs after us
 Slugs blast at us
 Son roll this dutch master up
 The nigga with the live weapons
 Yo  who got shorties runnin
 They comin in 5 seconds
 Givin back shots  attack spots
 Fat knots
 I rap hop like clack glocks
 Disrespect this and get disconnect
 This spray like disinfected
 I paractice safe sex so my dick's protected
 F hold the cap well
 Puffin fat l's bonin a chicks listenin to Maxwell
 On a maxell my man call me on the black cell
 Told me he got bagged for a crack-sell
 "How you feelin son?"
 "Not that well"
 Niggas is bustin tecs and shit
 And no matter what sexe you is
 Behind your back niggas will sex yo' whip
 Make you wonder where the exit is
 Fuc That cuttin no slack
 I'm bustin fat nuts on yo' back

 Chorus x3:
 Yo, what it look like
 You got crack what it cook like
 You got a track what the hook like
 F is off the hook, right?
 We stole cars while you took bikes
 And on a good night I get your whole hood sniped

 Verse 2:
 You's a halfthug
 Meetin ya dick in the bathtub
 I get mad love
 Do a crime woke ya backup?
 Roll in the set
 Put a hole in ya chest
 Open ya flesh
 Knowin the best
 No one can test
 I'm blowin ya vest
 Untill I die I be high of drugs
 Money bought me everything but couldn't buy me love
 My niggas blast and shoot shit
 From here to Massachussets
 The cash be ruthless
 That's why your ass is toothless
 You ain't half as ill as the admirill
 You a crab for real nigga, grab your shield
 Rappers wanna kill me and blast me
 Cause my rhymes is Filthy McNasty
 While other niggas is silky and sassy
 Upset your squad I never wet you God
 Y'all niggas ain't worth a $1.50 on the metrocar
 Fuc That
 I bust caps
 Chill on the side like hop cats
 Never leave home without the rough raps
 Paper I got to touch that
 You want bitches I want track

 Chores x2

 Verse 3:
 Yo, I role this hoe that will set you up to take your check
 Them niggas that make you pet, to break your neck
 Her mind was the dirtiest
 Ever since her pops died on the 30st
 She was livin the life of unworthiness
 Her name was Karin
 She drove a black LeBaron
 And by the way, she used to sell packs of tracks with Aaron and Tyrone
 Doin anything to be in the live zone
 Like smoke five bones or rob the jewelery store for nine stones
 Attack your town pack a cab
 Smack a clown
 Back 'em down like Jackie Brown
 You never had skill
 I'm mad ill like a overdose of Adville
 Kill at will

 Chorus x2

 Noreaga "The invincible, untouchable"
 OC "Fuc That, abbreviated F.T."
 Nas "Streets disciple, I rock beats that's make 'em trifle