[Verse 1: Grinch]
My niggas call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a [bad word] up
Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so [bad word] feel my pockets with the dollar
Cause J-Rocc keep the strap in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, your black [bad word] really did it
Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it

[Verse 2: Bone]
Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' from the hall so the maggot won't stop
And plus I'm packing punches always keep a good grip
My homies call me Bone from the Whole [bad word] Click
I live like a mack and keep the [bad word] on my [bad word] 
You sorry sap sips still hanging on my [bad word] [bad word] is the heart and that's where we all from
The jacking going on in the hood and in the slum
And don't be caught slipping while we dipping the 4
Cause Ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke them from the door
And then we make a dash and put that [bad word] in the air
 [bad word] checking done by the [bad word] [bad word] player
I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock
Raining make them kill 'em cause I'm serving 'em spot
And that's how it's done I keep it flowing like a sailor
My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor
Then I call the Juvy cause I know we gotta Coupe
Don't worry about a [bad word] we got the end, we getting loot

[Hook]
Laws are made to be broken up
What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
Theny call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chilling in the spot
My niggas call me Bishop when I'm rolling with my Glock
The crackers call me bandit when [bad word] from the cops
And the [bad word] call me daddy when I'm tearing up the [bad word] 
Yo the title's Mr. [bad word] up so I figure that I'm [bad word] 
Got no luck, [bad word]  gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon
Cause I'm a [bad word] with a [bad word] gun master planning

[Verse 4 :J-Rocc]
I'm a crazy [bad word] [bad word] making [bad word] fall
[bad word] from the streets hanging in the [bad word] hall
I place where we smoke bud and niggas get bent
And when [bad word] to music put on MC Ren [bad word] 
Now everybody chilling and the [bad word] getting freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Licking out my [bad word] hole like a [bad word] groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and call my [bad word] Juvy
Heading downstairs my niggas hand me a 4-O
Smoking the extension you know it's the indo
Now I'm feeling high like I'm sitting on a cloud
The dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foul
Beware of the [bad word] that they call J-Rocc
The party's going through but I still got my Glock
I'm watching for the bad apples in every bunch
And if it's necessary [bad word] we can thump
Or get a [bad word] pump, put a hole in your chest
Slugs going straight through a bullet proof vest
Matters getting worse if I have to drop the dogs
Beat ya in your face yelling till ya hit the hall
So smalls, get your [bad word] nine and your clip
And let these [bad word] know what's up on the Whole Click

[Hook]