Lyrics

[Intro: Ja Rule] Yeah Yeah Yeah WHAT THE FUCK NIGGAS This shit's gangsta This shit's gangsta, uh Put your guns down, put your guns down, ha ha You know Put your mics down, put your guns up Put your mics down, put your guns up 'Cause it's gangsta, ha ha, yeah Y'all niggas know All my niggas 'bout go real crazy on this shit FUCK THE BULLSHIT, holla Yeah Ayo Buck You ready Let's light these niggas asses out [Verse 1: Ja Rule] Yo, yo, yo, what kind a world is this where a snitch gets praised? Lookin' out through the dark I see light shades So I'm huntin' ya blondie with the sawed gauge 'Cause I heard that little nigga there was talkin' crazy You heard Joe Crack I'll make ground beef out your baby And have your mom's gettin' raped By niggas and spics on the daily Em you know you fear me 'Cause I'm clearly the rap game's Jimmy Hoffa Nigga, I'll pop, who shot cha [Verse 2: Caddillac Tah] Yo, nigga what don't fold me Could only make me stronger Come on some frontin' shit You leavin' wit the coroner These niggas I'm fuckin' wit Is killers and they all bust nigga I'm bossed up, pimpin' in that Cayenne Porsche truck, what Nigga jump, it's real easy Talkin' real greasy I'll the fo-feasy do you dirty my neasy We be M.U.R.D.E.R. D.O.A. fuck a ER What [Verse 3: Chink Santana] Niggas talk [?] 'em they soft clique I hawks it Jump in the bucket, nah bitch, I bust and walk bitch You suckas scared to die, if I had a tech or semi full of slugs, for clique I'm prepared to ride, ay What's beef, fuck beef Niggas need to meet up in the street and straight bust they heat 'Cause on the concrete snitches don't deserve to breathe Before Irv a bleed niggas gots to murder me MOTHERFUCKER [Verse 4: Trife] I been waitin' for this moment to happen for so long And I'm goin' straight for your arms Ain't no way you could hold on We squeeze first, don't even reach or bother your tool I stay wit Hussein Don't make us hit the streets and holla at Rule And get sumthin' started that you ain't ready to die for Wit all the shit I been through in life I'm wonderin' what you try for But keep spittin' dog Trife could care less 'cause in reality we all know you frightened and fear death [Verse 5: Hussein Fatal] I seen 'em all wodie Ain't no niggas worse than me I gets down dog I'm talkin' to the first degree Respect the stripes This thug shit I rep for life Got 'em runnin', they need Fatal sneakers next to Nikes Rule they buggin', they wanna know who kept on thuggin' The drinkin', the druggin', the fo fo, [?] [?] the hoes I'm rubbin' on dimes, yes, o's for dozens (uh huh) The gangbangin', the bloodin' (yeah) and the grain I'm floodin' Change nuttin' [Verse 6: Young Merc] Look I ain't got no love for niggas that's tryna front on The Inc Young and I'm comin' and gunnin' on any nigga who think Sumthin' change, I'm still the same homie, ain't nuttin' sweet You want it, you get it quick and severely Niggas snatch up your family Your wife, your kid, your old mami, dog I speak rarely, my guns speak clearly and Lotta dudes talkin' but I ain't wit it Nigga I bangs out, so don't be surprised when them shots rang out Bloaw [Verse 7: Blackchild] It's self evident Niggas'ah die for another dead president The FBI ain't got no evidence Internal revenue we don't need your services ATF will run up in your crib like cat burglars The media is mass murderahs We handle beef in the street nigga I know all y'all heard us I.G., Black Child, J to A to R.U.L.E., Caddillac Tah from Pov City Young Merse and Fatal wit Chink Santana We spit heat like hammers Cook beef like bammers Pigs could get it too Don't make us spit at chu It's murda, your funeral'll be beautiful Trife Hey Charli