Verse one: {lilÂ’ ya}

ItÂ’s that nigga of the block call me the hood mac
Down to make some snaps so whatÂ’s the haps?
Do I need the strap?
Will somebody give me a extra clip?
Cuz IÂ’m a need it if these niggas try to trip
They might even try some of that funny shit
If they do, they fuckinÂ’ wig IÂ’m a split
IÂ’m a get my point across cuz IÂ’m the boss
WalkinÂ’ with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump
With some soldiers behind me called the black connection
Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly
You bests to run if you gun is on safety
Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me
Nigga donÂ’t you miss because if you do IÂ’m a retaliate
And before ya shut yo head and fuckinÂ’ face
DonÂ’t get mad because yo tot your Â’kÂ’ from the city
LilÂ’ ya faÂ’sho just call me the frank nitty
TakinÂ’ no pity leavinÂ’ yo city destroyed
BustinÂ’ down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy
Then I leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery
Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac
Watch yo back nigga

Chorus: {tec-9/yella boy/lilÂ’ ya}

Parley is cool and ok
But I rather chill and hussle
I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle
Parley is cool and ok
But I rather chill and hussle
Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass
{2x}

Verse two: {yella boy}

Like black and moe I got this shit sold
Cock diesel by my side another homicide
IÂ’m back up on the scenery ya bitch you
IÂ’m from the third u. n. l. v. who the hell are you?
Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw?
Try yo luck, because IÂ’m a mover in the u-haul
Yo ass in trouble, when I plot and get there on the double
AinÂ’t nothinÂ’ shakinÂ’, when the real nigga hit the block
Fully auto amo aiminÂ’ at you non stop
Slickie grease I got yo draws down
IÂ’m pased once, IÂ’m cominÂ’ back around to act a clown
No freakinÂ’ out because IÂ’m used to this bloody streak
Everyday and all night I keep my heat
DonÂ’t give a fuck I play it real as it fuckinÂ’ go
I ainÂ’t no hoe I spin the bin lettinÂ’ bullets flow
Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope
I ainÂ’t no joke see IÂ’m straight downinÂ’ folks
IÂ’m on the real with the bill fifty loc song
I put my stop to all you wanna beeÂ’s instantly
Then I vanish hanginÂ’ with the spanish
IÂ’m ducked off IÂ’ll be right back at you
IÂ’m here to stay now bitch you like a statue
Ya see IÂ’m dumpinÂ’ bullets if you try to disrespect my set
I beat IÂ’ll leave yo ass wet, because IÂ’m in a affect
With the mag ninety, spittinÂ’ at you and yo crew
CominÂ’ to down you, quickly tryÂ’na get rid of you
I catch a drain put yo ass in pain
FuckinÂ’ with the yella another unsolved slang
I come to buck you down because IÂ’m a fuckinÂ’ clown
The black is in a position that itÂ’s supposed to be in
As I spin the bin once again

Chorus: {2x}

Verse three:{tec-9}

Niggas I got that flipper bigger den the big dipper
We blowinÂ’ up slanginÂ’ this motherfuckinÂ’ gangsta shit
We be rockinÂ’ up slab have the money in my hood
Keep it good, protect the money that you make
You bitch niggas canÂ’t fade what we put together
No matter the weather I be ridinÂ’ around with
That four-four in my leather
Two extra clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips
So catch the cut
Nigga whatÂ’s happeninÂ’ with all that gafflinÂ’
Get ready for strappinÂ’ because you know
IÂ’m bout that action daddy ok today
I take a ride with my ak
Somebody don ratted out my rock shop
And told the cops my chillinÂ’ spot
Where I hang at my reservation
JeopardizinÂ’ my probation
But I got to hussle to keep my shit tight right?
If it means I have to walk the streets all
MotherfuckinÂ’ night all my hommies are out
EnjoyinÂ’ there selves (where you at tec-9)
IÂ’m slanginÂ’ rocks in the motherfuckinÂ’ meplh
Now letÂ’s elevate a take it to another level
Work it off the beeper flowinÂ’ from my nigga keith
Use the code that I give you hit me IÂ’m a hit you
Now picture me ballinÂ’ the emenies around me
WaitinÂ’ for me to go down
Player haterÂ’s are created by the hour
Dope deal gone sour
Replace the yae with the flour
Break a quarter key down I canÂ’t fuck with that
Give a nigga ounce of that furl and I can fuck with that
I would love to go out and parley with my homies
Today but I gotÂ’s to pay bills and tomorrowÂ’s the first man

Chorus: {2x}