作曲 : Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita/T. Perry
 作词 : Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita/T. Perry
I'll noose ya'll and push ya'll off the edge
I'm like Ray Benzino 'cause how I hang men
I got a big caliber gun inside of my Timb
So I can explode on any mothaf**ka that grin
Trust me  it's not like that  it's not what you thought
You'll be like  "P shot me and bounced in the Porsche"
On some real live Mobb shit  Columbo  the Cappo
I pop niggas  leave the gun right there  I got gloves
Stop niggas from frontin'  leave 'em real f**ked up
I drop niggas thats runnin'  shoot 'em in they back dun
Coward ass nigga poppin' all that shit
And when them things popped out you on some Michael Johnson shit
F**k that  hammer that nigga to the earth
Wanna cross me  You niggas gotta pay that toll first
And I got change for all that million dollar shit
And these slugs'll be the only reason niggas be hollarin'
Turn this shit up  pump this shit up
The DJ mothaf**kas burn this shit up
We hurt niggas

Twirl that shit up  burn that shit up
Don't make me have the Nine spit up
I gives a fid-uck  I hurt niggas

I'm tired of tellin' niggas how the f**k I feel
You know the steel 'll put them niggas to sleep like Benedryl
These trash ass rappers and they fagot ass friends
Talkin' like the bitches  walk around like they Men
Niggas like ya'll don't get no respect
This is Hav'  I die once  ya'll niggas die a Thousand deaths
Cowards  you tryin' too hard to be 'bout it
You know them niggas that be fake be the ones to shout it
Talkin' this and that  but check

Turn around and get robbed in they own projects
Might as well be rappin' on stage for them
Bitches be baggin' you 'cause you the one feminine

The sound of these guns got 'em shook  it's a rap
You could see the yellow stripe runnin' clear down they back
And let that nigga find out where you live at
And then blow that mothaf**kin' piece of shit off the map
Whattup son  Dun  surprise nigga  thats how we pop up on 'em
You off point you die in your sleep  thats the moral
Nigga  you know we get our contraband in
It's smokin' that dangerous  you know we got bangers
You know I'm dead real  I don't know what you was thinkin'
I'm all over the street  you better stay creepin'
I shoot niggas fair ones  I'll box you dun
You'll be six feet in that dirt  I'll stop your run
Turn this shit up  pump this shit up
The DJ mothaf**kas burn this shit up
We hurt niggas

Twirl that shit up  burn that shit up
Don't make me have the Nine spit up
I gives a fid-uck  I hurt niggas