First Verse (Gangsta Blac):      No prisoners kept in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up   And virtually fightin' our shadow thinkin' it's them in the cut   No more of my time to waste   No more pre-judgin' my face   Ain't nothin' but a mugg on my jug, hopin' my score been erased   They hated, maybe replaced, or make it better someday   'cause we can't hack what they scratchin' to buildin' cars in our face   You had your chance to be real, instead you mappin' out your death   No more of heedin' nobody 'cause we can do it ourself   'cause it's ???, or try to camoflauge me   Like I ain't seein' shit clear, 'cause clearly shit gone see "B"   No more of fakin' devotion when soldiers turnin' it out   My congregation is caught up in bein' real, no doubt   I'm the provider for them, can't be around and not down   Even when sleepin', I'm thinkin' of other ways for me now   To go and get it for us, and we ain't got it no more   What's in store?   Me and my onlys make it known it's no more   NIGGA!!!!!!       [talking by Blac & Fly]      Second Verse (Gangsta Blac & Playa Fly):      (Gangsta Blac)   No more of stressin' me out, no more of this and the other   No more of upside-down smiles, to cut by you suckas   No more of smokin' your weed, no more of jonesin' for that   Instead I'm grillin' you villains like they gone keep up the laggin'   No more attackin' my pride, never again hold it in   I buck it once 'fore I duck, trick will get stuck to the vent   No more of thinkin' my talents gone be insured for a mil   'cause if it was, my 'cause, came up and do it foreal   No more of dealin' with hoes, I'd rather have me a bitch   'cause she ain't shit from the start, just keep her slick with the dick   No more of hard-head grindin' that shit round the trunk   Too used to gettin' what I want, so I'm gone keep this shit blunt   No more of layin' in the road, for you to walk over mud   And disrespectin' big Chug, and weigh you lazy in mud   Keep it away from me please, no suckas stoppin' E-ski   And we ain't takin' no more, so Fly you tell 'em the D   NIGGA!!!!!!!!!      (Playa Fly)   Flizy just can't take no more   Overboard I'm bout to go   Funk and drank and dank you under the table like I did before   Seven, nine of ninety-eight   Playa Fly gone hit'cha straight   With somethin' you don't wanna feel the funk so you ain't gotta wait   Trait like I'm flaugin' 'cause I'm mobbin' over broken hearts   Movin' all my mini-Minnie Mae Mafia to hit the charts   How you gonna stop us now? With all this, Funkytown we bound   S.P.V. I'm bound, until I die then Playa Flizy down   First the A and four and one   Who's the one be wantin' some?   Not the suckas stink, but get'cha straight when all their body numb   Can't compact the garbage that you start producin' orally   I roll my windows tightly 'fore it really start annoyin' me   As much as I'm enjoyin' this, and ALL the weak B.S. you spit   My windows already rolled, so you know this dizays overwith   So hit the horn, keep goin' man   Blac & Flizy in demand   No more Flizy can stand   So smashin' power like a windows man   NIGGA!!!!!!!