[Verse 1: Reese One] This is for my front page niggas, twelve-gauge niggas Quick to kill a motherfucka trapped in a rage nigga Gorillas, baboons, grizzly bears Walk into the country jail and throw they hood in the air The drug dealers, drug addicts, lizards and snakes Who live fast and die young, all gas no brakes In the scrapper taking [?] on a high speed chase He working on his third strike he can't take that case The clinically insane who got to be on their meds Risperdal, Thorizine, cuz they sick in the head The American psychos, loonies and live wires Trap you in the basement and set the house on fire The gang bangers, gamblers and stick up kids And all my four yard soldiers doing ten year bids This is for y'all my nigg balls to the wall my nigg Build it up just to watch it all fall my nigg [Hook] Remember back to the gutta We go 'a swimming in the sewers motherfucka We gon make the speakers bleed with gun shots And blow out our fucking brains when the fun stops Maybe not, but it will be some buck shit Let 'em know we not the ones to fuck with They get nervous cuz we the ones they stuck with So lock your motherfucking doors and good luck pricks [Verse 2: Reese One] Im feeling sick Im feeling sick You ever feel crazier than cat shit Want to grab a sledge and go bat shit You feeling grimy like an alley full of rat shit Well this song is a soundtrack for that shit It's some mo' break his fucking back shit Find somebody to just haul off and smack shit Killer bee style, swarming rat pack shit Pull out the nine millimeter click clack shit Take the shotgun off the gun rack shit Slam a nigga on his head on some Shaq shit Wartime, get dressed in all black shit Now go show these motherfuckers how to act shit [Hook](Times two) Remember back to the gutta We almost swimming in the sewers motherfucka We gon make the speakers bleed with gun shots And blow out our fucking brains when the fun stops Maybe not, but it will be some buck shit Let 'em know we not the ones to fuck with They get nervous cuz we the ones they stuck with So lock your motherfucking doors and good luck pricks Remember back to the gutta We almost swimming in the sewers motherfucka We gon make the speakers bleed with gun shots And blow out our fucking brains when the fun stops Maybe not, but it will be some buck shit Let 'em know we not the ones to fuck with They get nervous cuz we the ones they stuck with So lock your motherfucking doors and good luck pricks
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