Lil Wayne:   I ain't terrified from nuthin'   I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'   Better watch me 'cause I'm coming    With a oven by my stomach   I'm scramblin' for the money   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   Call ya people and tell 'em   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin'   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   Lovin, lyin' and lustin'   Stealin' killin' and rapin   Runnin' climbin and chasin   Strugglin hustin' to make   Get it got it I take it   Watch ya Chevy mister   Move ya purse miss   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   And man they burst quick   It's too late to hesitate   I was told there'd be better days   poop my pants and then i poop 'em badAnd still I haven't ate   But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   Can't hide it though   I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove   That's my G-code      Chorus (Lil Wayne):   Now put ya box in the mud   Get ya glocks in ya gloves   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   We gon' live by that   Make the snitches catch a cut   Soldier pistol nigga what   Hit the block and open up   We gon' die by that   (repeat)      Juvenile:   We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls   Foreign properties and pack some menthals   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   Got jammed with this broad that rent cars   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   Jack niggas to get some cheap linen   The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it   Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie   Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   Police drew causes and tried to cross lines   We stuck to the code we lived and died by it      Chorus      Juvenile:   If war ever came we held the fort down   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   Stayed on point to make some more green   Get our stash away from dope fiends   Nigga had a habit he supplied his own   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   We kept a little work for the ki's and bones   Crowds draw heat so we be's alone   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   Them other motherfuckers fall off the block   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad   poopy pants kept comin' so we made more fetti   Police drew causes and tried to cross lines   poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad      Chorus x 2