[BONES: VERSE 1] Rappers ain't sh** in the 90's, I don't trust 'em And b**hes on my dick, but they ain't sh** so motherf** 'em I'm in my six four Got it jumping like it's nothin' Somebody tried to jump me, tried to play me for a s**a A pistol to my head, got a pistol in the glove I ripped that b**h out, and let that mothaf**a bust Got a kevlar vest, right under the shirt Creeping with that heater Don't you get that a** MURKED Bringing the wikkity sounds, it's that West Coast thugster Lyrically serving crack to these South Side hustlers
The North Side murderers The East Side slangers The West Coast bangers And these mothaf**in' RVIDXRS [BONES: VERSE 2] Bringing it all the way back It's the return of the Mack Mac-10 clips ready to bang on attack Alizé sipping, rolling blunts in the 'Lac Sitting sideways, bustas don't know how to act But b**h you already know, that I got that G-Funk Try and press your luck and meet that purp up in the trunk Never hesitate to lay a busta on his back So if you talking trash meet that f**ing compact