作词 : Lester Fernandez/Jerry Tineo/Bertony Smalls
 作曲 : Lester Fernandez
 You know sho' nuff, N**s got bass in your face
Take a taste, World Famous trio in the place
In a race, ****ing and blast for your sugar
Bucking ****ers off just like I was picking boogers
I heat up, now I got the competition fired
Said he better than the Kool then the mother****er's ****ing lying
Cause I'm a trip up, when I slip up, maybe rip him
He with his man then I gotta ****ing dip him
Pa-pow, give him one right to the kisser
Used to peep a shorty and I think her name's Clarissa
I miss her, plus the way she freak when I'm sleeping
But I'm out to get the loot so I gotta keepin keepin
Keeping on, til the props come rolling
In, a billion women, I be like holding
Folding up my glocks cause the Fa*******on's  def
I bring my homeboy in, I just kicked my last breath
[JuJu
Yeah mother****er, get live, it don't matter
I got the double-oh shottie, 12 rounds to make your body splatter
With the ill-type flow, a wild renegade
Blowing ****ers up for dough and just getting paid
Yo my style eats through, it's like cancer
Eliminating your whole crew  and your dancer
Never front, I do work, believe that
Now I wonder why you and your crew  couldn't see that
You know what I wanna hear, you  know what I wanna hear!
(Yeah you get props!) (Repeat 4x)
[Psycho Les
Uh, pass me the M-I cro P- H-O- N-E, tracks we got plenty
To spread, yep, I had to **** up Fred
Cause he caught me ****ing Wilma donkey style on his bed
****ing red-handed, the N**s have landed
Busting n**s in **** b*****s guts and then leaving 'em stranded
In an abandonded house, no blouse trying to escape
Got the **** on video tape
You should have saw her trying to scratch the face on the villian
Told the ****er to stay the **** out the woods but she chillin
So with no hassle let me catch you by my castle
If you're a ****er I'll **** you, if you're a ****er I'll blast you
Ask  a question, 3 seconds to answer
Kill a photographer shooting as a freelancer
On a mission trying to peek over my shoulder at the vinyl
The wino, coming at your ass like a rhino
Punk  you know what I know, who deserves props
See you couldn't figure B out with an autopsy
Huh, it's like that, we could never be the wack
Black it's like this, step up and get dissed
You know what I wanna hear, you know what I wanna hear!
(Yeah you get props!) (Repeat  4x)
[JuJu
Yeah word up, this mother****ing goes out to my ****ers Edison and Slam up North
3CF Mob in effect, kid
[Fa*******on
Yeah, to all my mother****ers, all my ****ers upstate, youknowhatimsaying?
Count Munce, my brother Devon, the whole crew, youknowhatimsaying?
Curry Clan, my ****ing Sam Dean, you  know what
*Strange boinging noise*