[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)]