| If I ain’t drunk now, I’m finna be | 
| I’m full of the Remy, ready to engage the enemy | 
| Push the extremity, hear me, and don’t let up | 
| Use his bitch to set up, and then wet up | 
| Nigga, shut up, you ain’t got my mail yet | 
| Get hit with the Kel-Tec, with the shell-catch | 
| My bitch mail-fetch, sell sex, she rich | 
| I check ill traps and will slap the bitch | 
| So cold, my little niggas from the North Pole | 
| Put ya in a chokehold and shoot up your Ford Probe | 
| Apply force, we a mobile strike force | 
| Put 365 horse in a tight Porsche | 
| When my source gives me the coordinates | 
| I sic 'em, get 'em, hit 'em with the pair of ordnance | 
| You insubordinates get the cutthroat guillotine | 
| Ya-da-dickmean? | 
| Nigga, this the killa team | 
| They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it | 
| They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it | 
| They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it | 
| They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it | 
| — Talk to the hand 'cause the face don’t wanna hear it anymore | 
| — What hand? | 
| Talk to your hand? | 
| — You ain’t all that and a bag of potato chips | 
| — What are you talking about? | 
| — Don't go there, girlfriend, mhm | 
| — Whose girlfriend? | 
| — Don't mess with me, I’m one crazy mofo. | 
| I had to pop a cop 'cause he wouldn’t | 
| give me props in Oaktown. | 
| No? | 
| I heard that somewhere |