[Mr. Shadow]

I make the shit hit the fans

Smoke ah bowl and take a stand like a solider

No one can hold us we're taking over

Better get a hold of your so-called friends

S-D so Cal from beginning to end

Mexicans with an attitude not giving a fuck

You can hate all you want your hoes still on my nuts

We the Mistahs tell me what you got against us

That were G's and your broad want to sex us?

Mr. Shadow and the Mutha fucking Lil one

We let 'em bleed and staying heated like the Cali sun

Anyone got a problem? We'll handle it

Cause all that you know what I heard... we ain't having it

Watch your mouth your tongue is your worst enemy, Remember me

And don't ever try impressing me

I know my presents be posing a threat

I'm the chosen mutha fucka the shadow of your death



[Hook: x2]

We're selling Wuff Tickets

Keep your shit upon your gun

Wuff Tickets

Mr. Shadow, Lil One

We're selling Wuff Tickets

You can never see the Mistahs

Wuff Tickets

While we all up in your Sistah



[Mr. Lil One]

I'm take 'em to the strain

All the loot and the fame

We got these petty mother fuckers always wuffing my name

It's a shame but there lying that there living is fast

I'm ah wanted mutha fucka you be wearing a mask

Me and Shaddy ain't got a brag you be knowing we bad

All the stories you be selling jeopardizing your path

Got a million mutha fuckaz on my nuts everyday

Got a couple more mill on the way right away

Stay away from the rain stay away from the fate

I don't need to explain find your corps in the lake

Stay awake if you sleep then your deep in the mist

You can blame it on your mouth or your gossiping lips

Aint that a bitch how you lived and you died for this shit

Aint that a trip how you did ain't nobody give a shit

Live your life to the fullest and avoid meeting bullets

[Hook]



[Mr. Shadow]

Payback is a bitch trick you stop smiling

Run your mouth and get your whole hood green lighted

Don't try it inside or outside

You get crossed and bum rushed in the Southside

It's brown pride till the day I get buried

I'm very... high drunk strapped and ready

Your talk is petty so shut the fuck up, yeah

We the Mistahs...bitch what?



[Mr. Lil One]

Now I really don't need to explain myself

Now don't trip dog I'ma behave myself

I got to much shit going on in my life

To jeopardize my child and my future wife

Got a lid to give and another ten kids

Still pop lids and mind my own bids

Which reminds me you find me kind of loony

Bring your bitch dog... I bet she wanna do me



[Hook]