First (Gangsta Blac):
No kept in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up And virtually fightin' our shadow it's them in the cut No more of my to waste No more my face Ain't nothin' but a on my jug, hopin' my score been erased hated, maybe replaced, or make it better someday 'cause we hack what they scratchin' to buildin' cars in our face You had your chance to be real, instead you mappin' out your No more of nobody 'cause we can do it ourself 'cause ???, or try to camoflauge me Like I seein' shit clear, 'cause clearly shit gone see "B" No more of devotion when soldiers turnin' it out My congregation is caught up in bein' real, no I'm the for them, can't be around and not down Even when sleepin', I'm thinkin' of other for me now To go and get it for us, and we got it no more What's in Me and my onlys make it it's no more NIGGA!!!!!!
by Blac & Fly]
Second Verse (Gangsta Blac & Fly):
(Gangsta Blac) No more of stressin' me out, no more of this and the No more of smiles, to cut by you suckas No of smokin' your weed, no more of jonesin' for that Instead I'm you villains like they gone keep up the laggin' No attackin' my pride, never again hold it in I buck it once I duck, trick will get stuck to the vent No more of thinkin' my talents gone be for a mil if it was, my 'cause, came up and do it foreal No of dealin' with hoes, I'd rather have me a bitch 'cause she ain't shit from the start, just keep her slick with the No more of hard-head grindin' that shit round the Too used to what I want, so I'm gone keep this shit blunt No of layin' in the road, for you to walk over mud And big Chug, and weigh you lazy in mud Keep it from me please, no suckas stoppin' E-ski And we takin' no more, so Fly you tell 'em the D NIGGA!!!!!!!!!
(Playa Fly) just can't take no more Overboard I'm to go Funk and drank and dank you under the like I did before Seven, nine of Fly gone hit'cha straight With you don't wanna feel the funk so you ain't gotta wait Trait like I'm flaugin' 'cause I'm over broken hearts Movin' all my mini-Minnie Mae to hit the charts How you gonna stop us now? With all this, Funkytown we S.P.V. I'm bound, I die then Playa Flizy down the A and four and one Who's the one be wantin' Not the suckas stink, but get'cha when all their body numb Can't compact the that you start producin' orally I roll my windows tightly 'fore it really annoyin' me As much as I'm enjoyin' this, and ALL the B.S. you spit My windows already rolled, so you know this overwith So hit the horn, goin' man & Flizy in demand No Flizy can stand So smashin' like a windows man NIGGA!!!!!!!