Uhh (what?) 
Trife & Larceny in the ****in house (uhh) 
My nigga Klep in the ****in house (Kleptomaniac) and me (uhh, uhh), 
Cheek Del 
Vec (Del Vec, aight) 
Aight! (One love) 
Uhh, check it (Snake-killin ass niggas, JM one love) [Verse 1: Del Vec, Kleptomaniac] 
Del Vec, little niggas pushing 
Landcruiser jeeps gettin blunted all day, every day of the week 
Nights in 
Maxima's and 
Acura's Got bitches drivin 929 
Mazda's, Tammy and 
Rhonda Drivin rope down south in the 
Honda I'm behind her in the 
Pathfinder gettin blunted, my nigga need all, the 
XL 600 ridin smoothly playin low-key, watch my bitch with the brick in the 
Civic sellin mad weight 
Outta state and shit, 
I can't wait til this record shit is straight 
So we can recuperate, get the dough and 
I'm gone Mother****ers fear me, 
I blow up spots like 
Ed Leary Violent pro's even with guns like 
Sharon Stone 
Mack ass nigga strikes again, chalk my win 
Kleptomaniac attracts 
CREAM stacks from eight pens 
And sticky hands wit crazy glue like finger tips shoplift 
Or pass crews on mountain bikes bustin four-fifths 
Diamond Vagettes, 
Rolex for the bitch, flex and maxin de 
Moet, signin my signature on cheques 
Crime mother****in pays when you know what you're doin and gettin loops since niggas was rockin 
Hawaiian suits 
What? Don't shoot *gun shot* leave ya family upset 
Tight the trip 
DT's, chasin down robbery suspect [Chorus: Larceny] 
Murder Onez to get the 
Fonz and fast to die young 
JM mother****er, go get your guns 
Murder Onez to get the 
Fonz and fast to die young 
JM mother****er, go get your guns [repeat] [Verse 2: Trife, Larceny] 
Gettin richer cos 
I move coke and bust quicker 
Bitches get richer, jealous niggas wanna hit'cha 
Stashin my guns to protect my ones 
I see the cash flow, torch it 
I blast, you know how it go 
In the 5-double 0 
SL puffin 
L's lit while 
Larce loadin shells in the clip 
Snakes-murder men formin plots 
Lickin shots outta drop tops and it don't stop us from gettin the 
Luchicreno 
My clique tight like gambino's stickin casinos 
Bussin down kilos, me and 
Trife for life 
JM shorty's on the run 
Cocksucker go get your guns [Chorus x1/2] [Verse 3: Klep, Del Vec, Trife] 
I smoke so much weed, 
I know my lungs is ****ed up 
Stick guns 
I get'cha, spit sperm when 
I cum Party done, use to hustle bubble with concealed capsules under my tongue til my mouth got numb 
Now I watch my back like spighty sense was tinglin 
Minglin in clubs with 
Jm puffin on mo' teams 
Don't oppose me, shit ain't rosy 
Murderin-lyrical gangsta like 
Ini Kamoze 
Del Vec project was set down south with two 
Tek I murdered that, we got mad respect 
Sheisty niggas and vicars puffin 20's and 50's on the block 
I got shit on lock in 
Little Rock 
My bitch got knocked, she sold to a undercover cop went to jail, put the 
Benz up for bail 
Now I'm ****ed up in the cut 
I got to move to a diff'rent state to make some quick bucks 
As I look around me, dead bodies surround me 
Part of drug dealin-killin millions to make millions 
Sittin on top, tote 
Glocks smokin pounds and phillies by the box, gettin head on the yacht 
Presidential rollin, watch hos clock me wit tha 420 
Bodyin mother****ers for this money [Chorus x2]