Motha **** You

(*talking*)

Ah-ah, Cut Throat to the mother*******

Bone gristle, you understand me

************* another *************, ************* em

[Hook]

Mother************* you, and your *************s

Cause me and my *************s, we terrorize *************s

Mother************* you, and your *************s

Cause me and my *************s, we ride or die *************s

[Soulja Slim]

I spray gats like raid, when the roaches come out

You wanna ************* with the team, then the coaches come out

Holes in your mouth, bullets leaving holes in your house

Ice block so cold, *************s catching a gout

Set I trends, ******* two cat eyed friends

Getting brain in the back, of the cat-eyed Benz

Black eyed lens, looking like M-I-B

When I be, stomping through your VIP

H.N.I.C., represent that MP3

************* you, you ain't getting nothing from me

But hot lead to your dome, black thick and chrome

That's all I tote, sticky-ayo that's all I smoke

Now there I go rambling, but I could back it up fast

Catch you in the club, I scuffle your ************* ass

Brigadors be down to die for me, soldiers be down to ride for me

Bistanders do get hit, no apologies

[Hook - 2x]

[Curren$y]

Now when the 4-4's, come out

You'd think your whole click was Ludacris, the way they rolling out

It's Curren$y the Hot Spitter, I control the South

Look at who I be around, then you'll know what I'm bout

Brah you don't want me, to come through

Cause one pop out the glock, I'll leave your fat head with a sun roof

Please understand me, brah when my album drop

Me and C-Murder, bringing guns to the Grammy's

Hoes loving on me, so these *************s can't stand me

But they know I got the heat, like Miami

Hot Spitter got loot, growing like mildew

That with the cameras, instead of the rearview

Hit you point blank range, I ain't even near you

My *************s ain't from Pitt*************urgh, but we'll steal you

Riding on chrome, all 21 and up

Yours under 18, can't even get in the club so

[Hook - 2x]

[Tre-Nitty]

Murder instincts we speaking, tweaking

And leave a *************, leaking on the concrete

You run up with cowards, all I got is one ************* behind me

At a time to cover my back, and other than that

Ain't too many *************s, gon cover my tracks

So I feed him, with a long handle

Man I'm in the desert, and surviving is a strong gandle

So I can't be walking, in the wrong sandles

Feeling like all I got, is me myself and I

Don't know too many, that I can leave my wealth and die

Empty, cause I know that drama will only increase

And who's gonna carry me, when I'm trapped under them bed sheets

Sealing the sheets with hot blood, *************s steady saying they got love

And I'm the one laying with hot slugs, *************t I've been there

And any ************* that I ************* with, is just like me

So when we beefing, that's the ************* you just might see

But everybody claiming know 12, saying we blow wells

And how I hung with him, but can't say what I done with him

[Hook - 4x]