[Baby Beesh and Grimm - chorus 2x]     Don't let them foolya   We just come to school ya   Glory Glory haleloya   No red against no blue   You know you know     [Verse 1 Baby Beesh]     Now you livin that fast track   Chasin that ass crack   I be making my money fucking with the Jones and Nasdaq   We be blowin on fat sacks   And cacthing amnesia with these heaters   Making beleivers out of haters and cheaters   You know that violence interupts my dope trade   I just do the herb no cocaine   Don't be afraid boy   To be all about your bread boy   But wacth the devil cuase the devil he's decoy   Destroy all the hate in your veins   Count your change and rearrange   Them games is played out man   Them dirty macks they to stop me but I'm a player profit   I get the dope cook it up and rechop it     [Chorus 2x]    [Verse 2 South Park Mexican]   Smoking smelly   Put a hole in your belly   You wan't to test us oh really   Got a call on my celley   They wan't to bury us   You fucking haters sound halerious   The I turn the brave into the sariest   Smoke water and get wetter than aquarious   Thuggish Ruggish million dollar budgets   I chop a bird and cook 36 chicken nuggets   My future is clear just like a shot of vodka   I got love from Corrpitos to Uganda   If you jelous listen up fellas   It's no problem to show you where hell is     [Chorus 2x]    [Verse 3 Rasheed]   While some niggas is stickin with ya   Your murder is being choreographed   Soldiers never sleep I got your back in the aftermath   After the last laugh   When the mutherfuckers smoke clears   Niggas broke hear   Choking hanging like chandliers   I bust at the man in the mirror   Making my face crack   Replace that Rasheed dope house killa   Keep it coming back or running back   With a ball and chain in my hand   Ain't no substain   The man with the vision of the galexy span     [Verse 4 Low G]   Respect that   It's the million dollar wetback   In jet black   You cross my line and get your head cracked   Yea yea ya tu sabes qien soy   Don't sweat me boy   Ya tu sabes donde estoy   I'm on the Hunt G   The only street with the palm tree's   It's Low G   I only rap about what's done g   You can't stop me   Came to your city on a donkey   The slavea I'm bringing back the wet flava     [Chorus 2x]    [South Park Mexican]   He's on crack   She's on snow   He's so old he can't fuck no mo   She's a whore he's a snicth   Most of my niggas dying over a bicth