Part 1:
Rollin around, with my 10 men crew,
Lookin' fo a nigga that they call boo.
He was stick up kids, leavin' on a block,
Stackin' up niggas out after dark.
He was fuckin' wit my little brother,
The other night,
My brotha said punk take,
Took it bike.
I was mad, and i will gettin upset,
Got 2 clips, with my 9 and than check.
And you can guess, what i'm gonna do,
While i'm ridin' around wit my crew.
I'mma blast dat nigga,
I'mma shoot dat nigga,
I'mma smoke dat nigge,
I'mma chew dat nigga.
Yeah, cause i want niggaz to know,
That i'm dog, and i'm runnin' the show.
Just said my man filth look:
< goes the nigga, there goes the crook.
Writer(s): Trevor Don Randolph, Jan Kincaid, Andrew D'white Levy, Simon Bartholomew, Ceri Evans, Lascelles Lyons Gordon, Jim Wellman, Tim Dog
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