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