[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Put 'em in the air, motherfucker, or pop back
Show me that that gun work, you talking is like that
'Cause I'ma take everything, to the engagement ring
To a little Italian bags, the whole ba-da-bing
Sheek on his pirate shit, 1 patch, 1 room [?]
Working out, eating salmon, on some diet shit
Waiting for n***as to cock back and try it shit
Fuck that, I go to war with the blue suit
Just for fun, I clap at n***as that's too cute
Eat a dick, you ain't saying nothing slick to a can of oil
I used to run around with a stick and [?] foil
Had to fall back, 'cause my mama blood pressure would boil
Used to roll with Universal, but that shit was [?]
Now with Cotch, I think I'll cop everything
I don't play, I aim at your head and say
N***a

[Verse 2: J-Hood]
I take everything you got, like a n***a on [?]
[?] shit flip twice, and put it on my man [?]
I ain't asking you for shit, [?] make you come out [?]
P Miller style, uh, I'ma see if he 'bout it
I want everything, bitch, strip down to your socks
Just for thinking you can fuck with J-Hood and D-Block
[?]
You already know what it is, n***a, you [?]
You used to having [?] now it's owned by me
[?] fuck back before I call Louch and P
I don't need to at all, I handle y'all on my dolo
Y'all disgusting with this homo rap, it's fucking up my mojo
I done took everything, y'all could possibly give
Shut your mouth and be happy, that I'm letting you live
Split your head like a cantaloupe, and slice up your [?]
[?] lyrical precision, [?] stay with the [?]
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Take everything you got, like you gave it, n***a
Catch you at the A.T.M., go in your savings, n***a
Or else get hit with the shit that I'm waving, n***a
Give up your cable, n***a
Or I'ma make sure you disabled, n***a
Not able to move, or able to speak
That's how it is if a n***a ain't able to eat
I could see the victim in him, the bitch in him
While I get the money, I [?] in him
Sentimental n***a, moving slow, gun butt him in the temple, n***a, tell his ass hurry up
Or we gon' hit him in he stomach with the pump
Let it dump till this man thinking he throwing fucking curry up
You know the ghetto real, you know the motto
We get them fore they get us
Bury them for they bury us
Never put my shit away
Blow a splif away
Asking them bitch n***as, wouldn't you like to get away?