[Verse]

Uh, I was raised rugged and ruthless, still loving the music

Saving advice as a youngster, leave niggaz mugging and toothless

I was a beginner, enduring the pain of a vet

Gaining respect, chin-checking bullets, and staining their flesh

Deranged by the cess, sober days, and high nights plenty

Too much of California cess'll make your eyesight dreary

Pioneering the market, tracking fear in my target

Cause in the beef, niggas' spirit can disappear from their carcass

You know our status, we College Park niggas the baddest

Soldiers with automatics, like Percy is with the title-clashes

Instead, it's not mythical, with lead, I'm despicable

Remaining on point, like infrareds from my syllables

And when the smoke diminish, I'll be standing alone

Humungous dollars to spend, I'm loving mammalous roams

Dozen mansions and homes for all my people

And 50 killers standing with chromes, we living lethal, we living lethal



[Chorus x2]

We roll 51 deep, all my South-coast niggas roll

We roll 51 deep, all my 3rd-coast niggas roll

We roll 51 deep, all my West-coast niggas

And my Midwest-niggas and my East-coast niggas roll



[T-Rock]

Man, y'all motherfuckers want to know why I'm dissing Three Six?

Three Six a bunch of bitch made, busta ass niggas

I ain't tell you about that time

Juicy J ate this bitch named Jessica, on her period?

In front of the whole fucking click, now what the fuck was that?

And I ain't also tell you about how DJ Paul used to always talk all this shit

About Gangsta Boo this, Gangsta Boo this, Gangsta Boo that



[T-Rock imitating DJ Paul]

You ain't never smelled Gangsta Boo breath?



[T-Rock]

And then he turn around, he licking the hoe ass and shit

So what the hell your breath smell like

You motherfucking rotten gold tooth, bitch made, busta ass nigga?

Cut your little small arm off, and fuck you up with it nigga

You can't fuck with this nigga

We rollin 51 deep, and fuck the 6 nigga

Cause it's Area 51 on mine, Dirty Dozen, A-Town,

College Park nigga, uhh!