Krazy)

What what what what what

(Chorus)

(Krazy)

Who talkin noise?

We makin noise

504 boy

Playin with them big toys

(X4)

(Mac)

Look

Motherfuckers its mac

The one who pump slugs in your back

Lyrical attacka

Keep it ghetto like black lacqua

Camo'd assasin

To the best (?) the epitomy

Of a soulja

Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda

Hold your horses

I come through like "whatchu wanna do?"

Murder who?

I kill that whole crew with a 2-2

These niggaz rookie

I crush em like pink cookies

Dont fuck with me

When im broke

Pissed off

And my bitch aint given me no nookie

Kinda glad P took me

Off the streets to make duckies

Now I take supermodels to hotels

And make whoopie

Pull they hair

Call em out they names

Dont you like that?

Then I give my lil sister the cash

So she strike that

Niggaz like mac

Rock mercedez benz toe bustas

And I only shop at them military

Stores cousin

Solja rag on my eyes till I die

Nigga what?

Im a Tank Dogg

These niggaz is just mutts

(ARF!)

(Chorus)(X2)

(Krazy)

My nigga Jeff just got 30 years

Fuck MC

Went in a house

Found a safe with about 3 bricks

Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A

Sweatin my niggaz

He wont rest until my whole click's

Doin some figgaz

Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite?

A young nigga

With a .45

Bustin on site

What I might

Is whether (?) bleed with passion

See this drug game to me

Is like a fatal attraction

Salvation from this life

Thats what I need

See these jealous ass niggaz

Wont let me breathe

Will I succeed in this cold world?

Pray for me please

I dont get caught up in this rap life

A dying disease

Over seas is where they come from

We know who sent them

If them bitches six-teenth

I believe ill get them

I aint fuckin with no new niggaz

Believe im ballin

If I ever go to jail

Big Boz im callin

Will my real niggaz ride for me?

Believe they will

If I get killed

Bring me back to the IvoryVille

Nigga

(Chorus)(X2)

(D.I.G.)

They say only god can judge me

My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3

Prolly in the year 2 G

But livin this street life

Im thuggin and ready to rumble

With any nigga that ready to tussle

Motherfucker

I feel as if im at the edge of my life

So I give it to them raw

In the heat of the night

I aint hard to find

Im the nigga with the two 9's

Next to the Last Don

Nigga thugged out for mine

A Made Man

The Bossalinie of the scenery

And be full of that greenery

When you peepin me

Im full of that crime family

Im on the grind and I can handle that

I aint trappin

I gotta weigh that shake

Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients

Some ghetto dope

Go round tweekin

And get D.I.G.

Thats me im a young nigga

Fuck around with me dog

And y'all get done nigga

(Chorus) (X4