Well fuck it, go on, turn the music up again
I heat the streets up like a oven, it ain't nothin'
I want mine just hit me up when it's "on time"
I ain't duct-taped me a n***a up in a long time!
I'm'a die thuggin' I think I'm'a die bustin'
I'm'a die hustlin, 'cause I refuse to die with nothin'
Bumpin' crews who drove from Cali in my old school two-tone
They missed me n***as barely, I want they whole fuckin' crew gone!
In that zone, where there ain't no smirks, n***as get murked
Just keep hidin 'cause it's too late to go to church, now
Show you muthafuckers how this trill shit work, now
Turn your shit into the 4th of Ju-ly, boo-ya!
Savage: AKA Webster Gradney Real name still bring flame
Swang hang, let them thang rang
Leave brains all on ya fuckin' shoestrang
I'm tellin you, we ain't playin, we comin'!

Skulls gettin' cracked for (this what you want?)
Kids gettin' snatched for (this what you want?)
Ain't no remorse for (this what you want?)
These bitches ask for (what you want?)
Killaz on deck for (this what you want?)
Ain't no respect for 'em (this what you want?)
I want the rest of 'em (what you want?)
These bitches as for (what you want?)