Yeah, you muthafuckin' hoes   Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp   And Profit Posse in this muthafucka   Get one of these gold plaques on the wall      Before you talk some old muthafuckin' shit   Bitch, it's whatever nigga, we in this muthafucka   For the 9-9, 9's to your head ho   (Mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya, mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya)      Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun bitch   Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run bitch   Kill 'em like they convicts   Know they hear them guns click      Doped up like a muthafucka   (Cough, cough, snort)   You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block   With a pearl Rolex watch and a knot, and a glock   9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang 'cuz I be hustlin' weight   And we gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin'      I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make   I'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring   I'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna kill   You weak ass niggaz don't want Lord Infamous   From South Parkway to get ill      Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb   With the guns you bitches y'all best get steel   Scarecrow, Club House, yes it gets ill   So, all y'all listen closely don't you ever forget   Y'all wouldn't, y'all never be shit with out us bitch, don't forget      Killin' ain't shit, bitches ain't shit   Niggaz ain't shit, bodies in a ditch   How any niggaz gonna talk dat shit   About da Cruchy fuckin' Black, Thug Posse ya bitch      Niggaz gon' talk, bitches gon' start   Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunk   All I want is cash muthafuckaz have   Get down on your knees, gimme all your cash      Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your back   'Cause still we chillin' with Pat, straped with them gats   Be ready to attack, all you hatin' ass niggaz   That wanna jump, yo punk what's up   You better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit   'Cause boy, it's gonna get rough      Situation's gone bad for you niggaz claimin' killaz   Automatic triggaz pullin', drillin' holes inside your liver   How you figure, I was gon' let you talk that shit   And peep these streets sayin', "That ScanMan boy's a bitch"   Know watch them throw lights out in my head      Killin', buckin', buckin' up in gunfire   Bullets rickin' off the walls, nigga this is warfare   Suckaz claimin' they got nuts   You don't know these elephants   Specialize in takin' notes, specialize in nappy hoes      Niggaz this is serious, I can't play no games no more   Niggaz actin' curious but I think they know the score   Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claim   Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain' in this game      Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig split   It's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks   Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off   Watch me put my ski mask on      Come a gat back now trick now drop it off   Shoot a super soaker in a minute   Don't you give a fuck about another nigga   If he's speakin' use your counter attack      Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga   Smack a bitch, you crump, you ain't no busta   Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place colder   Won't you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our      Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevens   Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle   Started rivalries civil, homies swithin', actin' fickle   But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you triple      That nigga there know his gun a missle   Lord don't flash on him, only man ain't chival   Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the T-Rock   Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocks   Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat pops   Away from the gravity, stand and point your a tech and see him drop      Yeah, I know, I know, down, down, baby goin' down, down   Sweet dreams baby, rock-a-bye, baby   Niggaz wanna run up, we be flexin' the Tech   And be pointed at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya      You wanna hit 'em but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'em   Because you sorry and sorry ain't nothin' but venom   I know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me   Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up more than me      It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho   It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho   It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho   It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho   It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho      It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho   It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho   It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho   It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever ho   It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever      A lot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across   Ridin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss   Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some dramma   Ridin' with my congregation and we smokin' on marijuana      If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bust   Caught that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his face   Now I race, from the scenery, blowin' on greenery   Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me      It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls   Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes   You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train   Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb 'cause I don't explain      I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin' cappers   Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vapors   Playa Haters, violaters, bullshiters, this for y'all   Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want none