Catching my fever
Rob the passanger, the last griever
You dont lone my squad?
Fuck yall, we dont love your ass neither
Way off the meter
Yo bus, me and spliff, we got heaters
Everythings allright, lets get drink up inside of cheetahs
Go up in cheetahs
and see this motherfucker named peter
Tried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer
Word is bond, I murder any bitch that fuck with my niggas
Blow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure
Ayo where rah digga?
Scopin out the little blaze chicken

Bitch stay trickin
Fuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in
Ayo spliff, what you starting at?
Them bitches over there
Or them bitches over there
Or them bitches right here?
Nah, that nigga on line
Motherfucker still drunk offa bacardi and lime
Spliff, I feel this way
If its for my squad, lets play
Back him gainst the door
Patch his body with gauze
Mop up the floors
Splatter niggas blood on the walls
Bust that niggas shit
Make the nigga suffer for yours
Busta and if they run up in your crib again
I got your back
Sham always keep the heat on me son
I got your back
Ramp ima hold you down until I die
I got your back
Digga and if you ever need stacks, yo
I got your back
Spliff if I kill him and get knocked
I got your back
Busta and if your bail is a hundred gs
I got your back
Ramp any nigga try to set you up
I got your back
Spliff yo let me set this shit off first, what!?
I got your back
Fuck waiting
Bash his face for a statement
Cock the stainless
Make his whole chest cave in
Ooh, shit is changing
My whole adreneline is racing
Blow this nigga shit like horror flicks
Wes craven
Ayo bus, spliff, chill
Dont do that nigga nothing
Blow that niggas family up just for fronting
Yo where the bitch that was with the nigga?
Caught her with the left
Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death
Then the ho starts crying bout her hair and nails
Gettin stomped with the shells
i heard the bitch-nigga yell
Caught peter, man, by the speaker

Looked me in the eye and didnt even know
I was his brothers keeper
Slap the nigga, through him in the sleeper
Deeper and deeper
Niggas vision start to black out, straight grim reaper
Still lookin for that nigga peter
Chill, lets bounce
Spliff is high on bout a half an ounce
If hes hiding, we gon find him on the eye of a needle
Yeah thats the shit Im talking bout
Lets go fuck with his peoples
Nigga got a sister?
Yeah, she work up in kids world
I dont know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl
There the nigga goes, lets hit him with the 4-5 chrome
Chill spliff, we gon trail this niggas bitch ass home
Rush the crib
Kill the bitch while she aint even looking
Still all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin
Chop the bitch up
Caught up in this foul mix-up
Tore wide open, bitchll need a major stitch-up
Dig a ditch up where no blood-houndll sniff up
Yo, bury that bitch, dont leave a scent for dogs to pick up
Oh shit, yo I hear somebody coming
from the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running
Fuck that! there the motherfucker go right there
I want a morgue for him, make that niggas crew pall-bear
Yo let me lift him
Wait, before that, let me go kiss him
Put five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread
Fled from the scenery without nobody seeing me
My squad sworn to secrecy
If anybody ask about him we aint seen him recently
I got your back
Busta any nigga ever try to front
I got your back
Sham and if you ever need my burner son
I got your back
Ramp ayo I hit you with my last, god
I got your back
Digga any bitch step outta place
I got your back
Spliff and if I gotta co-defend you
I got your back
Busta let me snuff that nigga talking shit
I got your back
Shamei go against the world for my squad
I got your back
I got your back
I got your back
I got your back
I got your back