(feat. Twista)    [Shawnna]  Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked  in the pen' gone; fittin to rock cause he did wrong  Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone  Sellin rock on the big phone  In the projects niggaz run up on your set with the tech' out  Leave you wet with you chest out  Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a nigga fill a never realer nigga  Drill a nigga fuckin with a villian never spill a nigga  Fuck that! Nigga bust back, we in the 'Llac  Me and my bitches all strapped  Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac  Fittin to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!)  Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon  Now with the murderers are known felons  I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga shock a nigga  Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the floppin nigga  Roll for my bitches that be droppin in the strip clubs  Tryin get 'em a lil' somethin  If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones  Then you get you a big gun  Motherfuckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch  Put it straight to yo' dome heads  Now you fuckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers  Bangers - niggaz that with them real motherfuckers like whoa!    [Chorus 2X: Ludacris]  It's real real - on the block I been up for days  I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a nigga wanna get in the way  So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say  So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)  Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)    [Twista]  Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs  in ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down   to whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks  To my thugs that call over to they mob  And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine  To my niggaz that ain't hoes; if they have to  they will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a nigga cut a nigga  Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga  Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up  And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone  full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up  Got you fillin the hole then go see your body   probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up  Up the streets stuffed the beats  So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes,  Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's spinnin  Mob for them niggaz that done up off them hard times  K-Town, West side, South side  Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme  Whatever set you represent throw it up  If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin shirt off  Dealers get your work off; you wanna party   full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz  Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real niggaz    [Chorus]    [Shawnna]  I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryin to compete me  I'm from the hood South side, West side  where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin slug in my enemy  Motown, Pucketown, do or die  The difference between a motherfuckin thug and a gangsta  One's thug in a chamber  Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga  Hit a nigga puck a nigga little with the rocker nigga  Puff that say you love that  We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac  Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back  Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks  and it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"  Cause I been feelin like  fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga  Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a nigga  Crush that put it on momma  On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff marijuana  To the Shawnna and put it on ya  Flows who you froze in a comma  We so relentless, you know Chi up in the business  Flows in yo' dome in an instance  Hoes and them folks and the Mo's and the ki's and the fo's  and the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God!    [Chorus - repeat 2X]