(Souljah Boy)
Me low down, low down, low down.
Yeah, Krayzie Bone up in this muthaf**a,
my muthaf**in' n***a.
Souljah Boy 'bout to shut you hoes down.
You know what it is?
Mo Thug click
rollin' too damn thick, n***a.
What you hoes wanna do?
Ride, ride?
Die, die?.
What it is, n***a.
What it is.
(Chours)
We low down, low down dirty shame,
n***as actin' strange,
catch a clip to the f**in' brain.
Shoot 'em down, now.
(Souljah Boy)
Souljah Boy off in this muthaf**a,
'cause to point out the b**h-made s**as,
thinkin' they gotta enough heat to rush us.
I'm a dust your a** off with the blink of an eye.
You n***as gotta die.
Don't ask me why,
but still I try
with the vibes that I
be givin', makin' money,
gettin,
spittin,
ya'll sh**tin,
down to the f**in' white meat.
You hoes wanna find me
and my n***a Layzie Bone (...?...).
Ain't no comin' back, comin' back,
give me some of that good sh** you smokin',
got me gigged up,
heat it up,
lit it up,
I'm straight locin'.
I'm hopin' that all y'all bustas got time to play.
My n***a Tombstone,
Krayzie Bone,
swing around your way,
your way.
(Chours 2x)
(Krayzie)
Now what if we banged your brain,
put 'em in a coffin, and that's where they lay?
n***a, wanna row the boat to get chromed,
dump 'em in the river.
Now, that's how we play.
Hey, murdered them n***as that's plottin' to rob me.
Hollow point top in your body.
n***a fin to bless your soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg,
leavin' you stiff and cold.
n***a, what ya gonna do when
the muthaf**in' thugstas come for you?
You snooze, you lose, you catch this uzi.
n***a fin to shoot the po-po, too, and we do.
Runnin' with a n***a with finger on his trigger,
when I catch 'em, I fill 'em with ammunition.
Hit 'em with the bullet and I really meant to get ya,
they miss 'em.
Hey, we down with the swangin',
no fake entertainin'.
We quick when to f**-a you up, oh my!
Gauges and uzis and three fifty-sevens,
we load 'em and shoot for your head. You die!
n***as, they better test me.
Leatherface quick when he pull out this weapon. [Hey.]
We leavin' 'em headless.
Respect them Clair playas, b**h.
(Chours)
(Souljah Boy)
I'm on a mission [mission].
I'm swift when I empty my clip.
You oughta' beat your a**
real fast to safety, man,
if a soldier's about to rip.
You get lit, get hit,
as I split your sh**.
Ain't worried 'bout a n***a tellin',
yellin' muthaf**in' thangs.
All you b**hes [soldiers] gon' lay stiff,
as I shift with my grip off into a whole new level.
(Krayzie)
Gon' on my click, and now you're dead wrong [dead wrong].
Rest in peace.
They seem to be creepin' up on me lately.
f** it, let's all go crazy,
sell weed daily,
and we ready.
My thugstas love
when we buck buck,
put 'em underground, f** 'em.
Krayzie release them shells.
I say, "say f** it, let's all go to Hell,"
'cause I got my money,
my pistol,
my reefer,
never forget my thugs, what?
Hey, we slay.
We spray.
(Souljah Boy)
We pray everyday,
but still I see that you and me
just don't mix,
so I grab my grip.
I'm a k** your click,
that's the end of this sh**.
So don't you ever
in your muthaf**in' life try to test me
steppin' like Rambo with this bulletproof vest and with a knife.
You better respect me,
or I won't think twice.
I'm k**in' your wife.
Your b**h get sniped just like Wesley,
don't test me,
don't press me.
Krayzie Bone will open up they chest, G.
(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)
Yeah, n***as [n***a, yeah n***a].
Yeah, ho-a** n***as, y'all muthaf**as
[sh**.] ain't ready for this muthaf**in' real thug sh**.
[That's the sh**.
n***as ain't ready.] Bone shut sh** down
[Shut sh** down!], completely down!
[completely down!] You hoes didn't know? [Huh?]
You gotta recognize.
St.Clair Wasteland, n***a.
[Wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland,
soldiers, soldiers, soldiers]
Ho-a** muthaf**in' b**hes.
I'm ready to k** 'em! Can you feel that?