Verse 1 (D.C.P)



Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack from

dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a smoke

bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke boy when

you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the sky streets

infested with sinners and bad body winners play your game right dog

you might can take 1 out to dinner and combined souls now jezabel got you

lace all eyes on dred when you walk up in the place with no fear of God

what so ever mind only on chedder slanging out the blue beretta hit the

club in somthing better just to show off your ice 38 on your waist in the

back of the car you got a snipe praying Lord please forgive me if I have

to bust asking you in advance just in case I have to rush



Chorus

End results ya'll its coming for ya

Cigar full of doja you can ball til you blow up

We never learn that's why many forever burn

Watch your rollie tick guaranteed it's hitting your turn



Verse 2 (D.C.P.)

Got a hold of two headturners one black and italian other girl built

like a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be careful about

these dade county girls they ain't no joke you get got with a small 22

she pull out of her coat you just bent the corner blades spinning like

propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta yellin

hey pull over look dog you got a flat next thing you know you feel

something cold on your back it's miss itala mixed with black she done

pulled out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack thugs

jumped out the back stripped him down like club rolex took everything

to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off right along with

the two chicks mouth wide open like