Verse one: {lil' ya}
 
  
  It's that nigga of the block call me the hood mac
 
 Down to make some snaps so what's the haps? 
 
 Do I need the strap? 
 
 Will somebody give me a extra clip? 
 
 Cuz I'm a need it if these niggas try to trip
 
 They might even try some of that funny shit
 
 If they do, they fuckin' wig I'm a split
 
 I'm a get my point across cuz I'm the boss
 
 Walkin' with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump
 
 With some soldiers behind me called the black connection
 
 Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly
 
 You bests to run if you gun is on safety
 
 Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me
 
 Nigga don't you miss because if you do I'm a retaliate
 
 And before ya shut yo head and fuckin' face
 
 Don't get mad because yo tot your 'k' from the city
 
 Lil' ya fa'sho just call me the frank nitty
 
 Takin' no pity leavin' yo city destroyed
 
 Bustin' down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy
 
 Then I leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery
 
 Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac
 
 Watch yo back nigga
  
 
 Chorus: {tec-9/yella boy/lil' ya}
  
 
 Parley is cool and ok
 
 But I rather chill and hussle
 
 I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle
 
 Parley is cool and ok
 
 But I rather chill and hussle
 
 Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass
 
 {2x}
  
 
 Verse two: {yella boy}
  
 
 Like black and moe I got this shit sold
 
 Cock diesel by my side another homicide
 
 I'm back up on the scenery ya bitch you
 
 I'm from the third u. n. l. v. who the hell are you? 
 
 Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw? 
 
 Try yo luck, because I'm a mover in the u-haul
 
 Yo ass in trouble, when I plot and get there on the double
 
 Ain't nothin' shakin', when the real nigga hit the block
 
 Fully auto amo aimin' at you non stop
 
 Slickie grease I got yo draws down
 
 I'm pased once, I'm comin' back around to act a clown
 
 No freakin' out because I'm used to this bloody streak
 
 Everyday and all night I keep my heat
 
 Don't give a fuck I play it real as it fuckin' go
 
 I ain't no hoe I spin the bin lettin' bullets flow
 
 Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope
 
 I ain't no joke see I'm straight downin' folks
 
 I'm on the real with the bill fifty loc song
 
 I put my stop to all you wanna bee's instantly
 
 Then I vanish hangin' with the spanish
 
 I'm ducked off I'll be right back at you
 
 I'm here to stay now bitch you like a statue
 
 Ya see I'm dumpin' bullets if you try to disrespect my set
 
 I beat I'll leave yo ass wet, because I'm in a affect
 
 With the mag ninety, spittin' at you and yo crew
 
 Comin' to down you, quickly try'na get rid of you
 
 I catch a drain put yo ass in pain
 
 Fuckin' with the yella another unsolved slang
 
 I come to buck you down because I'm a fuckin' clown
 
 The black is in a position that it's supposed to be in
 
 As I spin the bin once again
  
 
 Chorus: {2x}
  
 
 Verse three:{tec-9}
  
 
 Niggas I got that flipper bigger den the big dipper
 
 We blowin' up slangin' this motherfuckin' gangsta shit
 
 We be rockin' up slab have the money in my hood
 
 Keep it good, protect the money that you make
 
 You bitch niggas can't fade what we put together
 
 No matter the weather I be ridin' around with
 
 That four-four in my leather
 
 Two extra clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips
 
 So catch the cut
 
 Nigga what's happenin' with all that gafflin'
 
 Get ready for strappin' because you know
 
 I'm bout that action daddy ok today
 
 I take a ride with my ak
 
 Somebody don ratted out my rock shop
 
 And told the cops my chillin' spot
 
 Where I hang at my reservation
 
 Jeopardizin' my probation
 
 But I got to hussle to keep my shit tight right? 
 
 If it means I have to walk the streets all
 
 Motherfuckin' night all my hommies are out
 
 Enjoyin' there selves (where you at tec-9)
 
 I'm slangin' rocks in the motherfuckin' meplh
 
 Now let's elevate a take it to another level
 
 Work it off the beeper flowin' from my nigga keith
 
 Use the code that I give you hit me I'm a hit you
 
 Now picture me ballin' the emenies around me
 
 Waitin' for me to go down
 
 Player hater's are created by the hour
 
 Dope deal gone sour
 
 Replace the yae with the flour
 
 Break a quarter key down I can't fuck with that
 
 Give a nigga ounce of that furl and I can fuck with that
 
 I would love to go out and parley with my homies
 
 Today but I got's to pay bills and tomorrow's the first man
  
 
 Chorus: {2x}