|(feat. Made Men)
|Uh, yo (We!)
|Uh-uh, uh uh uh
|Uh-uh, uh uh uh
|Uh-uh, uh uhhh!
|Mr. Gzus, Twice Thou
|I spit that thug shit, the whole world wanna bang to
|Amazin, Mr. Benzino from the Made Men
|Half Peurto Rican, half black, still blazin
|Steel bangin on the handle of my gun
|I be Hangman (Hangman), Mr. Bang-bang man
|Catch you in your hall, while you Mr. Slang-thang man
|Fold you up like a bangy pair of Guess jeans
|I guess you know what I mean, 9-15
|Be the murderer, niggas that I be rollin with
|Control shit, we thirty dirty deep Bonie clique
|Light that blunt, burn that hash, keep it movin yo
|(Made Men catch wreckin anybody studio)
|Your days are numbered nigga (what?) you better bounce
|Got thirty-two rounds in my twenty ounce
|Blue nickel, new pistol performs in the physical form
|Squeeze slugs 'til the gun jam, any mission I'm on
|Black leather doo-rag, two Mags with speed loaders
|I'm a weed smoker, my cylinder spins, chillin ya mens
|Loudmouth niggas catch it the worst, for example
|I'll shoot the shit out of you -- and ya man too
|Leave ya bodies in the gutter, cut up for the streetsweeper
|Hack you the fuck up with a meat cleaver, retreat nigga
|Take a seat dog, while we bang to this beat dog
|Or pose, I'll pump holes in ya meat dog
|To city kids and pretty bricks, saditty chicks
|Hood rats and them killa cats, we reppin y'all
|For niggas that's locked for 'ricks
|GD's on blocks that got nine's to spit, we reppin y'all
|These streets that be keepin it real, throwin money in ya grill
|Strapped with the steel, we reppin y'all
|To niggas that's gettin mil's, playin ball
|All my ladies and all my dogs, we reppin y'all
|I'ma keep it crackin like the Earth from it's axis
|Non-stop spittin hot shit with no practice
|With this iron, I'm a blacksmith
|With shit to make ya backflip
|From the clap you do the twist and then you don't exist
|Just for being a hostle, thug imposter
|On sight, fuckin pop ya (Pow!) Drop ya
|Hit a nigga proper with these shells made of copper
|Hollow's, Made Men what? The gunfire follow
|My sharp shooters mentally ill, in Bentley's we chill
|Got cash and bought everything we ain't steal
|And many clips to fill cuz these streets stay real
|We bring the heat, now you know how gettin burned feel
|Yo get peeled
|We stack right?
|Benzino catch you while yo creepin, try yo' best right?
|Just make sure you don't get caught sleepin, whistle deaf right?
|You not believin what you seein, infrared right?
|You niggas dead right? Slippin in clips right?
|These niggas wanna go to war, it's time to ride right?
|But when it's time to get it on they run and hide right?
|They gonna make me run up in the crib and flip right?
|My niggas rip right? See I'm on top now
|And if you wanna fuck around then you'll get shot now
|Don't let me send my Boston niggas to your block now
|Then make 'em strip you to your knees and take your glock now
|We got it locked now... (Nigga)
|[Repeat to fade]
|We Reppin Y'all