作曲 : Downes, Marcelino, Styles ...
Yo, I rock the **** out
I don't know 'bout everyone else
Whatever we don't make, we gonna take, mother****er
Get this straight and fix your face
I ain't gotta sell millions, 
I'm in the buildings
With poppy comin' through with them bricks by eight
Listen cocksucker and clown, 
I'll be leaving you cut
You're like a dutch hound, bustin' ya down
Niggaz driving in a circle wit your hoe in the back
Be the only damn way 
I'll be ****in' around
And I'm aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck
So I can bust you in the head when 
I'm buckin' tha pound
And I told you that 
I'm holiday 
Styles, let's celebrate
Heard you gettin' money, 
I'll rob you right now
And you gon' get popped in the head, true story
Crips do they thing in blue gloves, pop off some 
RedMe, I'm on the move only stopping for bread
Double R and 
D-Block nigga, copper and lead
Whaddup?Stay in the zone
I don't know why the **** you amped, yo
Got hoodrat bitches carryin' birds on the public transpo
Niggaz in the hood that go out like 
RamboThey hot since 138th had that [unverified]
Young Buck, dumb ****
Two Gunz up, ride or die 'til the sun's up
Gangsta and a gentleman, dawg
I got class, 
I'ma send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue
I'll be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' 
I'm onThirty on eighty-five like 
Jay Barnes, 
Sean PaulBeef wit 
New York rappers, 
I'm killin' 'em all
On my Slick 
Rick shit, y'all could lick the balls
I been cool 'coz niggaz is asthma
**** that, might as well call me pool 'coz 
I'm gettin' splashed
And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash
Even gettin' the mass while some haze be mixed wit the hash
Whaddup?Pass that blunt, nigga
I'm in the hood where the eggs get knocked off
Gang members find they family members with both of they legs chopped off
Niggaz ain't scrappin, they bangin' ya
The judge don't need a tree branch when they hangin' ya
All y'all fags'll get ate like clams
This is a blood sport bitch, you could call me 
J Van DamAll these so called '
Guerrillas' be tellin'
I'ma rag on these 
Thoughts of a 
Predicate 
Felon, mother****er
Homie, what you want, the blade or the slug?
I'm the one that send the order when they sprayed up the club
Bitch nigga, bow your head in the presence of 
G'sLoad the lead up and squeeze, 
I'm a Great 
Dane, niggaz is fleas
****in' rats can't wait to call cops'
Til I make 'em sick and put pellets in they mouth like cough drops
J-Hood bitch, my name rang in the ghetto'
Coz I'm O.
G. and I play the streetz like a cello