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I had to say that right there, Rae
I have to say you my nigga, understand?
It don't get no than this, man
slow the fuck down
You gettin' like a hundred for real, man

Eh yo, thug know the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga explode
Yo, from Y.O. to Q.B., bang this shit
Shaolin' boys, bang them fifths

Thug niggas know the code, lock and
Hit 'em in the head, a nigga brain explode
Yo from Y.O. to Q.B., they bang shit
Shaolin' boys, they bang fifths

Eh yo, night, candle light, fiend with a crack pipe
It's right, feelin' higher than an airplane, right?
I'm tryin' to get this money, So I move cautiously
No more frauds, you see? I'ma bossy

Way out on Island with Mr. Roth. B
I gotta the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me
I'm destined for triple, left hand crippled and the hand fury
Will block the shots, that's simple, I dented a for style
A toast to the death of my foes, violence, the criminal codes

Hammer a nigga out his five senses
Leave him dumb, deaf and blind, I ride on
so tight, strobe lights follow my grace
Bang bullets by the gates, might ya face
Me and Chef smark murder, kill 'em
I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano

Eh yo, niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you get hit up
Q.B., up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up

Real get up, live niggas, what up?
We don't a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up

Eh yo, I'm a motherfuckin' nigga wit an
Heavy gun play, cock back, is screwed
Stomach wounds make it for you to swallow ya food
Throw them Purple off for me to get in the mood

Sheek Louch, who fuckin' wit' kid?
I'm sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight
White tee on, a G. on
These bitches you and the God try pee on

I don't if it's a gram or brick
I'ma make it sell, get off my
Pump or the Desert E., take pick
Money too long, the case won't

D-Block fuck with Rae
Nigga act and get hit up in the middle of day
Tough and all that but I know that you pay
And I don't give a fuck, niggas, better what they say

Eh yo, real niggas, get up, live niggas, up?
We don't give a fiduck, you get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., up?
Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up

Real niggas get up, niggas, what up?
We give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up

Body specialist, cam F50 with vans
A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo
If you take ears, niggas ain't really queers
Listen, grown men in the town, niggas is their's

niggas, I cut niggas, stuck niggas
Come up, pluck niggas, pop in chucks, it's business
You in this? We non style, son, relentless
They lettered me Chef, nigga get down

Drop you, on you, get this, it's official on you
Yo, the clips hits, yo, this was on you
I'm just a business head ridin' with
Don't me to put out ya head

One for the money, two for the crime up
it, all major niggas holdin' they ground, get up
Let's form an army millenia, Ice
Q.B. to Y.O. with Shaolin, I'm feelin' you

Eh yo, real niggas, get up, live niggas, up?
We don't a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., up?
Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up

Real niggas, get up, niggas, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you get hit up
Q.B., up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up

We gon' for our team
(Yeah, for my motherfuckin' team, nigga)
My niggas'll you
(My niggas you, nigga)

We gon' ride for our
(Y'all niggas want Nigga pop up)
My kill you
(Yeah, ride for ya team, nigga)
(Death dishonor, you heard me?)

We gon' for our team
(The Lex Diamond Story)
(Y'all better wake the fuck up)
My kill you
(Yeah, Ice Water Inc., you me?)
D-Block, up?

We ride for our team
(Pain, and glory, word, you heard?)
My kill you
(Yeah, yeah, my kill you, nigga)
(Bitch ass niggas)