Juju:      Ayo , its ill when i'm heated how my heart stay cold    write a rhyme that make the gats around the world explode   now behold the burning malice of a treacherous soul   first time I shot a gun duke , I was 12 years old   But since then , I've never put it down my friend   she go to war when I tell her   fuck a who , why , when , til the end   indeed its good to have and not need   even better when you can shoot back and not bleed   take heed , poppin like an El full of seed   my team is gettin bigger , got more mouths to feed   Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice   it got to do with lots of money and it aint nothin nice   it aint nothin nice      Chorus: (2x)   Ay , you believe in God?   you do , tell him to save you   cause me and these niggaz here   we aint tryin to save you   regardless of the fact that its close to home   I gotta finish your life , so I can start my own      my own nigga      Psycho Les:      Ayo , my audios guaranteed to lift the audience   it was that time again   so we gathered up 40 men   40 ounces , trees burning , heads bouncin   dollars is the mission   sittin in the yoga position   isolate my mind from your bitchin   pulp fiction   lose you in the mix in   lets get this poppin , lock down the top 10   knockin pretty boy cats on they ass each time we drop kid   yeah , you know how we comin   raw grooves with the funky drum drummin   and when my song goes off   you'll still be hummin   noddin your head , or singin my chorus   the after midnight feen   the 4 in the morning blunt feen   peelin dutches   fill em in like taco shells   willing judges   wheeling jake with half a cake in my coat   pointin gats like remotes   at cats with federal notes   tossin bodies off boats      chorus (2x)      our own nigga , our own