Intro: Cheek Del Vec      Uhh (what?)   Trife & Larceny in the fuckin house (uhh)   My nigga Klep in the fuckin house (Kleptomaniac)   and me (uhh, uhh), Cheek Del Vec (Del Vec, aight) Aight!   (One love) Uhh, check it   (Snake-killin ass niggas, JM one love)      Verse 1: Del Vec, Kleptomaniac   Del Vec, little niggas pushing Landcruiser jeeps   gettin blunted all day, every day of the week   Nights in Maxima's and Acura's   Got bitches drivin 929 Mazda's, Tammy and Rhonda   Drivin rope down south in the Honda   I'm behind her in the Pathfinder   gettin blunted, my nigga need all, the XL 600   ridin smoothly playin low-key, watch my bitch   with the brick in the Civic sellin mad weight   Outta state and shit, I can't wait til this record shit is straight   So we can recuperate, get the dough and I'm gone      Motherfuckers fear me, I blow up spots like Ed Leary   Violent pro's even with guns like Sharon Stone   Mack ass nigga strikes again, chalk my win   Kleptomaniac attracts CREAM stacks from eight pens   And sticky hands wit crazy glue like finger tips shoplift   Or pass crews on mountain bikes bustin four-fifths   Diamond Vagettes, Rolex for the bitch, flex   and maxin de Moet, signin my signature on cheques   Crime motherfuckin pays when you know what you're doin   and gettin loops since niggas was rockin Hawaiian suits   What? Don't shoot *gun shot* leave ya family upset   Tight the trip DT's, chasin down robbery suspect      Chorus: Larceny      Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young   JM motherfucker, go get your guns   Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young   JM motherfucker, go get your guns   *repeat*      Verse 2: Trife, Larceny      Gettin richer cos I move coke and bust quicker   Bitches get richer, jealous niggas wanna hit'cha   Stashin my guns to protect my ones   I see the cash flow, torch it I blast, you know how it go   In the 5-double 0 SL   puffin L's lit while Larce loadin shells in the clip      Snakes-murder men formin plots   Lickin shots outta drop tops and it don't stop   us from gettin the Luchicreno   My clique tight like gambino's stickin casinos   Bussin down kilos, me and Trife for life   JM shorty's on the run   Cocksucker go get your guns      Chorus x 1/2      Verse 3: Klep, Del Vec, Trife      I smoke so much weed, I know my lungs is fucked up   Stick guns I get'cha, spit sperm when I cum   Party done, use to hustle bubble   with concealed capsules under my tongue til my mouth got numb   Now I watch my back like spighty sense was tinglin   Minglin in clubs with Jm puffin on mo' teams   Don't oppose me, shit ain't rosy   Murderin-lyrical gangsta like Ini Kamoze      Del Vec project was set down south with two Tek   I murdered that, we got mad respect   Sheisty niggas and vicars puffin 20's and 50's on the block   I got shit on lock in Little Rock   My bitch got knocked, she sold to a undercover cop   went to jail, put the Benz up for bail   Now I'm fucked up in the cut   I got to move to a diff'rent state to make some quick bucks      As I look around me, dead bodies surround me   Part of drug dealin-killin millions to make millions   Sittin on top, tote Glocks   smokin pounds and phillies by the box, gettin head on the yacht   Presidential rollin, watch hos clock me wit tha 420   Bodyin motherfuckers for this money      Chorus x2