First (Gangsta Blac):
No kept in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up And virtually our shadow thinkin' it's them in the cut No more of my time to No more pre-judgin' my Ain't nothin' but a on my jug, hopin' my score been erased They hated, maybe replaced, or make it better we can't hack what they scratchin' to buildin' cars in our face You had chance to be real, instead you mappin' out your death No more of nobody 'cause we can do it ourself 'cause ???, or try to camoflauge me Like I ain't seein' shit clear, clearly shit gone see "B" No more of fakin' devotion soldiers turnin' it out My congregation is caught up in real, no doubt I'm the provider for them, 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 ain't got it no in store? Me and my onlys make it known no more NIGGA!!!!!!
by Blac & Fly]
Second Verse (Gangsta Blac & 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 of smokin' your weed, no more of jonesin' for that Instead I'm grillin' you like they gone keep up the laggin' No more attackin' my pride, never hold it in I buck it once 'fore I duck, trick get stuck to the vent No of thinkin' my talents gone be insured for a mil 'cause if it was, my 'cause, came up and do it No more of dealin' hoes, I'd rather have me a bitch 'cause she ain't from the start, just keep her slick with the dick No of hard-head grindin' that shit round the trunk Too used to gettin' what I want, so I'm gone keep this 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 stoppin' E-ski And we ain't takin' no more, so Fly you 'em the D NIGGA!!!!!!!!!
(Playa Fly) Flizy just can't take no I'm bout to go Funk and drank and dank you under the table like I did Seven, of ninety-eight Playa Fly gone hit'cha With somethin' you don't wanna feel the funk so you ain't wait Trait like I'm flaugin' 'cause I'm mobbin' broken hearts Movin' all my mini-Minnie Mae Mafia to hit the How you gonna stop us now? With all this, we bound S.P.V. I'm bound, until I die then Flizy down First the A and and one Who's the one be some? Not the suckas stink, but get'cha straight all their body numb Can't compact the garbage that you producin' orally I roll my windows tightly 'fore it really start me As much as I'm enjoyin' this, and ALL the weak B.S. you My windows already rolled, so you know this dizays So hit the horn, keep man Blac & Flizy in No more can stand So power like a windows man NIGGA!!!!!!!