[bad word] x 2]
 [bad word] one [bad word] all 
We can have a fistfight or a gun brawl 
We the niggas [bad word] see if you want raw 
If ain’t [bad word] hard, [bad word] [bad word] at all

[Verse 1: Styles P]

Niggas is garbage, understand disposal and waste 
The forty-five will probably take the nose off your face 
Hit him with the shotty from his shoulder to waist 
Kiss his mom, [bad word] on the body, that go’d to waste 
I’m colder than a January day with a needle 
The crackers that ran ? 
What I’m saying is I ain’t got regard for a human life 
Kid and the wife, the mother, and grandmother’s iced 
But only if you harm one of mine 
Other than that I’m calm with my palm on the nine 
Puffing on a dub in a dime in a dutch roll 
Fell in love with crime, do everything with gusto 
Trying to watch the stacks stack up in the black [bad word] 
Let a [bad word] act up, tear a [bad word] back up 
If I go to jail I’m like [bad word] it and throw the rack up  
I don’t like a [bad word] in the dorm he’d better pack up

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[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

Chewed em up, spit em out, call the coroner and get em out 
Carry the coffin to the hearse yo we spread em out 
La Coka Nostra, Billy Ocean appearance 
We grimy dope when your iced out chains near us 
Don’t make me have to [bad word] your girl and embarrass you 
Hit you with heat, homeboy see what the hammers do 
Front page news, million dollar camera crews 
Your fam there too, a tear drop falling on your grandma’s shoes 
We the wild bunch from east New York 
Creeps with swords chopping off your feets and arms 
Crazy eighty-eight’s above y’all like radio waves 
Wild like the funhouse back in the Danny Tario days 
We the most vulgar, act like my uncle when he’s coked up 
Or like a ? five in the soaker, so focused we the toast of the town 
The locs know us, don’t be mad, stay on top of your [bad word] 
Those hoes blow us

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[Verse 3: Styles P]

Yo all I need is a zip of kush, a soft brick to push 
four-fifth to bust, a full strip to [bad word] 
I’mma get money cause it’s a must 
I kick up dust when I ride through your block making the [bad word] blush I’m on that ride or die, stab you in your [bad word] eye 
Strictly aimed shots, I ain’t blasting for the [bad word] sky 
Who [bad word] when our shots from the pumper fly 
Sting like a killer bee, float like a butterfly 
Let the work float in the pot, watch the bubbles rise 
It could be December, I’ll make you feel summertime 
I’m on my [bad word] grind 24/7/365 
 [bad word]  I die trying to get mine 
I keep the fifth palmed, seats in the whip reclined 
With a bad [bad word]  she giving my [bad word] a spit shine 
you know what it is, you know what I do 
I put holes in your crew with the forty Calico and an U 
 [bad word] 

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