Verse One: E-40



I'm really not all that sure

bout when things is finna mature

So let me find me a nigga with a grip

and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops

(What's the definition of a lick?)

Taking a niggaz shit

(Hey put that on sumthin)

I put that on The Click, The Click

Back to fuckin work one of the homies jus got dusted

Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted

them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival

Now the town is funky, it's called survival

What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled

(bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk

I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false

We had em eatin, shit 'posed to been squashed

I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all

She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball

Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker

Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious



Verse Two: Spice-1



Nigga been holdin guts, but shit on hisself and a funky bill

Pullin out bills, frontin on material shit

that's when I get to killin shit (killin shit)

And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs

Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug

Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin this twisted

It's that bitch that killed ya

Took all your money peeled ya

Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's

while a nigga be puttin on his jimmy

All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton

before you can hit the broccoli

See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money

Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him

He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets

That's why that nigga naked layin dead in bet