[Verse 1: Lil' Dre]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, spin that block, don’t leave no witness, we ain't playin' fair
Hollows in the clip, hit his top, left that nigga there
Caught him lackin', talkin’ tough, now he outta air
Dracs and .40s, make his gang do the fin’ stare
Runnin’ up them bodies, we ain't arguin', just let it blow
Fuck the opps, they talk too much, but they ain't up the scope
Say he drillin', that boy cappin', he ain't in the field
How you claim you slide, but your homie got his melon peeled?
Caught his ass lackin’ late night, had to send a shot
Hollows in his body, paramedics yellin’, "call the doc"
Heard his mama cryin', fuck that bitch, we ain't showin' love
He was dissin' on my gang, sent his ass abovе
Street loyalty, we stand on business, ain't no switchin' sides
Oncе you cross that line, ain't no talkin', bitch, it's do or die
Fuck a case, fuck a judge, bitch, I'm really livin’ raw
Tell the opps to drop the addy, we gon’ get ‘em gone
Glizzy pop, body drop, we don't talk to cops
We ain't throwin’ fists, we send shots, make his body lock
He was talkin’ tough, now he quiet in a fin' box
Tell his homies, "Come and slide," all them niggas not
Spin again, spin again, we ain't leavin' clues
Masked up, fully auto, they ain't got a clue
He was woofin' on the net, caught him at the store
30 clip gon’ do the talkin', left him on the floor
Bitch, I'm ruthless, I ain't friendly, I ain't squashin' beef
Catch his homie lackin' too, put his ass to sleep
I don't talk, I let this fin’ Glock have a conversation
Bullets tap his fuckin’ head, now he need salvation
I ain't hidin', bitch, I’m slidin' where you niggas be
Ain't no passes, ain't no love, ain't no sympathy
Street loyalty, I die for this, put that on the gang
Cross that line, your momma cryin’, screamin’ out your name
Hop up out the V, masked up, bitch, it's DOA
Ain't no talkin', ain't no warnin', we just let it spray
Left his brains all on the curb, fuck a open casket
Told my youngins, "Spin again," make sure that boy ain’t lastin’
Tryna talk it out? Bitch, ain't no fin' peace
Once it's war, then it's war, we ain't squashin’ beef
Hollow tips, red beam, put 'em on a tee
And if the feds get involved, they ain't seein’ me
Hunnid rounds, chopper sound, bitch, we clear the scene
Got his body in a bag, left him on the screen
They was talkin’ crazy, now they cryin’, screamin’ “why?”
Should've known we do this drillin', ain't no switchin' sides
Street loyalty, my gang solid, ain't no turnin’ snake
If he snitchin’, get the drop, shoot him in his face
Ain't no love, ain't no passes, ain't no fuckin' breaks
Once it's up, then it's stuck, send him to the gates
[Verse 2: Lil' Vonta]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, let’s go)
Every day I watch my youngin’ slide, bring out that yellow tape
Hollows rippin’ through his chest, left that boy a featherweight
Every night, my killers lurkin’ 'round before the sunrise
Red dot on his head, got him duckin’ like he gun-shy
All my opps be switchin’ clicks, them niggas act like hoes
How the fuck he claim he drillin’, but he never up the score?
Told my shorty, “Load that fully, let’s go leave 'em on the floor”
Fuck his gang, fuck his mama, fuck his bitch, we want some more
Bitch, I'm rockin’ Prada boots, look like I stepped outta Hell
Told the plug to send them packs, we get 'em gone, no paper trail
Lil' Spazz just got a new chopper, shit look like it tip the scales
Put that .40 to his head, made him talk, he show and tell
Ayy, keep a switchy on me, ain't no lackin’ where I'm from
Every time we catch an opp, we make sure he don’t make it home
How you claim you out here spinnin’? Bitch, we slidin’ every day
Shot his whip up fifty times, left his brains all on the brakes
Real steppas, we ain't hidin’, bring that smoke to where he lay
Niggas cappin’ like they drillin’, they ain't drop nobody’s name
Caught his mans, fed him up, hit his top, ain't no survive
Told his homie, “Come and get him,” but they scared to come outside
Bitch, my wrist all full of ice, but my heart cold as a bitch
Told my niggas, “Keep on killin’, we ain't stoppin’ till we rich”
Bitch, I came up in them trenches where they murk you for a lick
Put a bounty on his head, got ‘em whacked for just a zip
I ain't into squashin’ beef, fuck that shit, it’s on forever
Tried to run, but them bullets sent him dancin’ like he Usher
We ain't playin’ fair, we shootin’ niggas' aunties and their brothers
Caught his cousin at the light, bitch, we turned him to some butter
All my shooters trained to go, they don’t hesitate to fire
Hollow tips up in this clip, made him swim just like a diver
All that dissin’ on the net, boy, you gon’ make your mama cry
How you tough up in them songs? But in real life, you terrified
Fuck the feds, fuck the judge, we gon’ slide and spin again
Heard he claimin’ that he gangsta, nigga snitched up on his friend
Niggas dyin’ back to back, man, when the fuck this shit gon’ end?
Tell his homies, drop a addy, we gon’ send ‘em to his kin
Bitch, I ain't no rapper, I'm a killer with a deal
Niggas cappin’ in they lyrics, all my opps be gettin’ drilled
Catch ‘em posted at that store, knock his cap off, let it spill
Told my shorty, “Chase him down,” make sure that nigga feel the steel
I just popped another Addy, I ain’t tryna sleep at all
Bitch, I’m focused on this money, tryna make my opps dissolve
How the fuck he claim he real? But he ran and called the law
Told lil' bro, “Keep squeezin’ that trigger till it click, don’t let it stall”
Fuck his homie, fuck his mama, fuck his set, I want ‘em all
Ain't no mercy in this shit, we make sure niggas really fall
How you claim you wit’ the shit? But you was cryin’ to your dog
Told my shooter, “Chase him down,” he did that shit like it’s his job
