Intro:- Roc
Hey! I went to school with them [bad word] [bad word] niggas
 They ain’t worth [bad word]  
 Man I remember when that [bad word] used to be ridin’ in that [bad word] up [bad word] Pontiac
 And that [bad word] was god [bad word] sittin’ outside
 He had it posted up like that mother [bad word]  was hard
 That [bad word] ain’t hard, that no hand [bad word] [bad word] who he [bad word]  with 
 That [bad word] ain’t [bad word] neither, he was up at south side
 Big Boi poppin' cause he made that Bankhead Bounce [bad word] 
 I almost slapped his punk [bad word] one day in the lunch room
 Then, god [bad word] I seen god [bad word] Eric's crippled [bad word] walking down the street 
 Talkin’ bout he need a ride, what kinda [bad word] need a ride?
 They made whistle while you twurk, And that’s functionin’
 Ain’t these some hatin’ [bad word] niggas? Now look at this [bad word] 
 I asked that [bad word] [bad word] me up the street when he got that god [bad word] Impala 
 He said noh, now that was some [bad word] up [bad word] [bad word] 
 Them all [bad word] [bad word] niggas can suck my [bad word] #33;  [bad word]  
Verse 1:Kaine
 cold back mother [bad word] from the 6 zone
 The same crippled mother [bad word] got picked on
 Now I ain’t never even really have [bad word]  holmes
 But a hard time and coal in my spit, holmes
 Now I started rockin' [bad word] that I wasn’t with, holmes
 Made some niggas label me a [bad word]  holmes
 The only plan is I’m bout to get rich, holmes
 If u don’t like what I’m sayin’, suck my [bad word]  holmes!
Verse2:- Roc
 Poppin’ pills till niggas droppin’ and fallin’ off the [bad word]  block
 Some niggas doin’ good and some niggas on crack rocks
 Some of these niggas make a betta livin’ in the game
 Some of these niggas may try but it seems they cant
 Cuz when [bad word] down, they see this [bad word] get hard
 I know you try to be a man but that [bad word] get hard
 If you got it on your chest [bad word] speak your mind
 In your [bad word] get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine! (Now) 
Verse3:- Roc
 I remember when that [bad word] D-roc’s mama used to be candy lady
 That [bad word] had to [bad word] strait home from school 
 And could never go outside and play
 That lil’ punk [bad word] boy, I always told him he wasn’t never gon’ blow up in this [bad word] 
 But he still wanna be in this [bad word] and he [bad word]  with god [bad word] Kaine
 Like they were really gon blow up being the Ying Yang Twins
 Them all punk [bad word] niggas! (Where your handicaps sign at?) 

 Verse4: Kaine 
 Bustas hustlas nothin’ else but bustas
 Clustlas on a [bad word] pinky make em mug us
 Grills, my squad conceal upon here
 Clips, they gats conceal upon here
 Off the river deep down with crip then be quiet
 Known from the east to the [bad word]  west side
 [bad word] down to ride cuz I’m soldierfied
 Never swallow my pride if you be chappin my hide
 Look [bad word] I’m [bad word] your bone and try to get with
 To put this [bad word] in, now he shaken like a [bad word] 
 [bad word] that [bad word]  a [bad word] say he tryin’ to sound like me
 So I’m gon bust you in the lip and then we stoppin’ the freak
 Now you’re at a low of words cause the cat
 Got your tongue with the gat
 Got your mouth wide open, so who wanna...Oh u think your The Don!?
 Ha ha; that ain’t so, now this real [bad word] done stepped in to let you [bad word]  know! 
Verse5:- Roc
 Hey, you remember that [bad word] Eric used to be walkin’ tall
 He walkin’ tall, god he got em beat, he got them gold’s
 He think his pockets swole
 Them niggas still ain’t got it goin’ on
 He walkin’ around Capital Homes like a lil punk [bad word] boy
 I used to give him his way all the time, he just loved talkin’ [bad word] 
 Now he think he walkin’ tall 
 Cuz he god [bad word] made Whistle While You Twurk! (I heard he still stay wit this mama) 

 Verse 6:- Roc
 Middle of the road ah
 Watch out for them rollas
 Pimpin’ Glock, totas
 Thick like soldiers
 If ya’ll ain’t ready, ya’ll gon get it
 You [bad word] [bad word] niggas cant really [bad word] with it
 Better watch out for them boys
 Steady creeping up on the map
 Wherever I stop and rest, best believe I’m