Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up Looch   We did it again shocks, no doubt   Yeah, still, ain't nothin' changed   It's still a ghost baby   You see me don't say shit nigga   What, yo, hey yo      You know that motherfucker Sheek Looch is a gladiator   Like Russell Crowe, with my heat in a radiator   I come through slow you out there I'm lettin' it go   I got fire for ya ducks you want lissome dro'      That's why I ain't got mercy for pigs   Off the roof, I let shit parachute to their wigs and their kids   I treat their face like I'm goin' to my safe   Ten to the left, six to the right      240 pounds and I ain't tryin' to fight   And they don't make cuffs strong enough to lock me in   And your vest ain't thick enough to stop all ten   The sergeant be callin' up ya next-of-kin      But fuck that, my guns gotta speech problem   They stutter when they spit   Go through you when they hit, my shit ain't got no manners   Chromed out sniper rifle with the tank bananas, uh uh      Training day, you could hear the sirens   All the cops crooked like who you people jivin'   Head shots, shoot between the eyes   And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin'      Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat   And we don't leave till you gargle or choke   And we Black Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas   Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga      I love my niggas, why wouldn't I?   Die for my motherfuckers, how couldn't I?   Want a lot of things but it just ain't affordable   Only thing that count when you die is what they thought of you      Kid comin' through with a clip full of cop killers   Booted out something decent   Up to light a blunt, wild out, and shoot it out with the precinct   Cops stay crooked, my niggas ain't nice see      'Cause the block stay cookin' I'm coolin' it off   When the pigs come through they medullas is off   Where I'm from dog you rude or you soft   If you say you a killer niggas'll ask you who did you off      So P keep this hustlin' up   When it comes to these guns or these knives dog I'm fuckin' you up   And baby we can knuckle it up, I'm always up for a brawl   S P and I done been through it all      Training day, you could hear the sirens   All the cops crooked like who you people jivin'   Head shots, shoot between the eyes   And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin'      Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat   And we don't leave till you gargle or choke   And we Black Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas   Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga      Hey yo, now I know you seen niggas with half a bodies   On top of skateboards, the work of shotties   Shit bags and all that, back to potties   I ain't a playa but my nine keeps 'em hotties      And we don't run when we hear   I just hit em' off with cake so they give us a break   And let us know who rattin', I leave their bodies in the   Middle of Manhattan, where Wall Street at, come on      I said all the cops hate us and they got a good reason to   Forty bricks a month, no account unbelievable   Homicide here and there, bitches in pajamas   Holdin' llamas in they dairy-air, playin' the fun      We the 3 5 4 boys, play if you one   All they do is call the cop on us   See us in the hood they know we got the glocks on us poppin' 'em off   Niggas call me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off      Training day, you could hear the sirens   All the cops crooked like who you people jivin'   Head shots, shoot between the eyes   And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin'      Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat   And we don't leave till you gargle or choke   And we Black Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas   Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga      Training day, you could hear the sirens   All the cops crooked like who you people jivin'   Head shots, shoot between the eyes   And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin'      Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat   And we don't leave till you gargle or choke   And we Black Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas   Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga