| Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout | |
| Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout(2x) | |
| [e-40] | |
| Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling | |
| Bummin no matter skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets | |
| Stocking caps ski masks, loced out murder one classes | |
| Those new wallabe's, hocked up, chuck taylors | |
| Permanent creased five-oh-one jeans | |
| Throw away his real ooze machines, chinese ak zooms, razorblades, | |
| Jerry curls, fingerwaves, and french braids | |
| Labeled him sinner look out for that mother****er he might rob ya | |
| Niggas come tatted up head in a body slang | |
| [big bonna] | |
| Well it's your nigga big bonna niggaz be creepin up on ya | |
| Goin for the jugular, niggaz trying to slug ya | |
| Catch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things | |
| Ohh what i feel is mayhem brings | |
| You see us on the block we doing are thuggin, the gottie | |
| Got the whole town wonderin who the **** shot him | |
| Lookin for the body, tell me what they found, | |
| His head in richmond the rest in the v-town | |
| [a-1] | |
| Thinking about the set up, trying to get my red up | |
| Bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue | |
| So what the **** they want to do, | |
| Seem like we got the vas of these niggas | |
| Caught cash and thought we was through | |
| So **** this old bat shit, i'll get the gat bitch | |
| And probably blow your brains out | |
| Looking to get my cap fit, | |
| Thinking they all acted up and while i'm at yo ass | |
| I'll probably put these ****in slugs in yo ass | |
| Chorus: [e-40 and big bonna] - repeat 2x | |
| [e] causing havoc's, sparkin up chaos, bringing the ruckus | |
| Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under bucks | |
| [b] if you can't beat us, then join us | |
| [e] get on the team | |
| Street sweepers, grenades, rifles, and m-1-sixteens | |
| [e-40] | |
| It's a cold piece of work out this way | |
| Cause the way niggas are in the baby plan ain't too safe | |
| Niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face | |
| Move up out the plan so i trust no one take nothing for granted | |
| {?} expanded double 0 chill hillside hillbilly like jed clampett | |
| Dammit, us niggaz is deep and new improved like techs | |
| Found out where he slept and laid his wave cap | |
| Tycoon decisions, it's really too bad | |
| That those piatchess found our bills | |
| Sit up at the roundtable and discuss | |
| Jurisdictional boundaries and territory issues | |
| [a-1] | |
| By any means necessary, so in your chest i bury two buck shots | |
| So who got six niggaz next to carry | |
| Off these wanna be's, niggas they gonna see | |
| And if you mother****ers want some, then 'tach on to me | |
| [big bonna] | |
| You see these niggas can't flip doing things that sick (like what) | |
| Cut off your damn dick, make you eat your own shit | |
| But i love a little mayhem **** it, we can do it | |
| Don't let me get off that masso candy and some fluid | |
| Chorus | |
| [e-40] | |
| Uh uh - a element of surprise, gettin my gig on | |
| Split yo house in half, with a dreadlock wig on | |
| When you do ya hot ones, shoot low | |
| Cause it's a reflection programmed in the rolls | |
| Til automatics hit the floor | |
| Dump, bust, blast, barefaces | |
| Strike, dip, mash - like a mental patiet | |
| Run, quick, fast, and in a hurry (biaatch) | |
| Don't worry forty vision ain't blurry | |
| [a-1] | |
| It's like military issues, make you wish you never got in | |
| Cause now i'm stalkin niggaz like a bitch do | |
| Can only ride so long with that fake shit i take shit | |
| To the limit with no gimmick in ninety-eight bitch | |
| So **** what you say, and **** what you play | |
| I down it straight and can't wait to hear what you bitch niggas gotta say | |
| If i can't keep it real you can kill me so feel me cause | |
| I bring things to the game for my scuzzie | |
| [big bonna] | |
| We'll kick a niggas door in, hit and lick you brags | |
| Now you ridding in a fan, pulled tight and gag | |
| Then they pullin up out the glad bags, the hefty type | |
| (but you niggaz ain't got no kind of idea what a chopped up body looks like) | |
| Then them niggaz start to pull down your levis | |
| And bust you in the head with ruger p 85's | |
| Call a mortician, call mark class | |
| Somebody in this mother****er bout to come up missin, best believe | |
| (chorus)2x | |
| Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout | |
| Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout 2x |
| Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout | |
| Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout 2x | |
| e40 | |
| Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling | |
| Bummin no matter skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets | |
| Stocking caps ski masks, loced out murder one classes | |
| Those new wallabe' s, hocked up, chuck taylors | |
| Permanent creased fiveohone jeans | |
| Throw away his real ooze machines, chinese ak zooms, razorblades, | |
| Jerry curls, fingerwaves, and french braids | |
| Labeled him sinner look out for that mother er he might rob ya | |
| Niggas come tatted up head in a body slang | |
| big bonna | |
| Well it' s your nigga big bonna niggaz be creepin up on ya | |
| Goin for the jugular, niggaz trying to slug ya | |
| Catch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things | |
| Ohh what i feel is mayhem brings | |
| You see us on the block we doing are thuggin, the gottie | |
| Got the whole town wonderin who the shot him | |
| Lookin for the body, tell me what they found, | |
| His head in richmond the rest in the vtown | |
| a1 | |
| Thinking about the set up, trying to get my red up | |
| Bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue | |
| So what the they want to do, | |
| Seem like we got the vas of these niggas | |
| Caught cash and thought we was through | |
| So this old bat shit, i' ll get the gat bitch | |
| And probably blow your brains out | |
| Looking to get my cap fit, | |
| Thinking they all acted up and while i' m at yo ass | |
| I' ll probably put these in slugs in yo ass | |
| Chorus: e40 and big bonna repeat 2x | |
| e causing havoc' s, sparkin up chaos, bringing the ruckus | |
| Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under bucks | |
| b if you can' t beat us, then join us | |
| e get on the team | |
| Street sweepers, grenades, rifles, and m1sixteens | |
| e40 | |
| It' s a cold piece of work out this way | |
| Cause the way niggas are in the baby plan ain' t too safe | |
| Niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face | |
| Move up out the plan so i trust no one take nothing for granted | |
| ? expanded double 0 chill hillside hillbilly like jed clampett | |
| Dammit, us niggaz is deep and new improved like techs | |
| Found out where he slept and laid his wave cap | |
| Tycoon decisions, it' s really too bad | |
| That those piatchess found our bills | |
| Sit up at the roundtable and discuss | |
| Jurisdictional boundaries and territory issues | |
| a1 | |
| By any means necessary, so in your chest i bury two buck shots | |
| So who got six niggaz next to carry | |
| Off these wanna be' s, niggas they gonna see | |
| And if you mother ers want some, then ' tach on to me | |
| big bonna | |
| You see these niggas can' t flip doing things that sick like what | |
| Cut off your damn dick, make you eat your own shit | |
| But i love a little mayhem it, we can do it | |
| Don' t let me get off that masso candy and some fluid | |
| Chorus | |
| e40 | |
| Uh uh a element of surprise, gettin my gig on | |
| Split yo house in half, with a dreadlock wig on | |
| When you do ya hot ones, shoot low | |
| Cause it' s a reflection programmed in the rolls | |
| Til automatics hit the floor | |
| Dump, bust, blast, barefaces | |
| Strike, dip, mash like a mental patiet | |
| Run, quick, fast, and in a hurry biaatch | |
| Don' t worry forty vision ain' t blurry | |
| a1 | |
| It' s like military issues, make you wish you never got in | |
| Cause now i' m stalkin niggaz like a bitch do | |
| Can only ride so long with that fake shit i take shit | |
| To the limit with no gimmick in ninetyeight bitch | |
| So what you say, and what you play | |
| I down it straight and can' t wait to hear what you bitch niggas gotta say | |
| If i can' t keep it real you can kill me so feel me cause | |
| I bring things to the game for my scuzzie | |
| big bonna | |
| We' ll kick a niggas door in, hit and lick you brags | |
| Now you ridding in a fan, pulled tight and gag | |
| Then they pullin up out the glad bags, the hefty type | |
| but you niggaz ain' t got no kind of idea what a chopped up body looks like | |
| Then them niggaz start to pull down your levis | |
| And bust you in the head with ruger p 85' s | |
| Call a mortician, call mark class | |
| Somebody in this mother er bout to come up missin, best believe | |
| chorus 2x | |
| Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout | |
| Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout 2x |
| Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout | |
| Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout 2x | |
| e40 | |
| Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling | |
| Bummin no matter skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets | |
| Stocking caps ski masks, loced out murder one classes | |
| Those new wallabe' s, hocked up, chuck taylors | |
| Permanent creased fiveohone jeans | |
| Throw away his real ooze machines, chinese ak zooms, razorblades, | |
| Jerry curls, fingerwaves, and french braids | |
| Labeled him sinner look out for that mother er he might rob ya | |
| Niggas come tatted up head in a body slang | |
| big bonna | |
| Well it' s your nigga big bonna niggaz be creepin up on ya | |
| Goin for the jugular, niggaz trying to slug ya | |
| Catch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things | |
| Ohh what i feel is mayhem brings | |
| You see us on the block we doing are thuggin, the gottie | |
| Got the whole town wonderin who the shot him | |
| Lookin for the body, tell me what they found, | |
| His head in richmond the rest in the vtown | |
| a1 | |
| Thinking about the set up, trying to get my red up | |
| Bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue | |
| So what the they want to do, | |
| Seem like we got the vas of these niggas | |
| Caught cash and thought we was through | |
| So this old bat shit, i' ll get the gat bitch | |
| And probably blow your brains out | |
| Looking to get my cap fit, | |
| Thinking they all acted up and while i' m at yo ass | |
| I' ll probably put these in slugs in yo ass | |
| Chorus: e40 and big bonna repeat 2x | |
| e causing havoc' s, sparkin up chaos, bringing the ruckus | |
| Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under bucks | |
| b if you can' t beat us, then join us | |
| e get on the team | |
| Street sweepers, grenades, rifles, and m1sixteens | |
| e40 | |
| It' s a cold piece of work out this way | |
| Cause the way niggas are in the baby plan ain' t too safe | |
| Niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face | |
| Move up out the plan so i trust no one take nothing for granted | |
| ? expanded double 0 chill hillside hillbilly like jed clampett | |
| Dammit, us niggaz is deep and new improved like techs | |
| Found out where he slept and laid his wave cap | |
| Tycoon decisions, it' s really too bad | |
| That those piatchess found our bills | |
| Sit up at the roundtable and discuss | |
| Jurisdictional boundaries and territory issues | |
| a1 | |
| By any means necessary, so in your chest i bury two buck shots | |
| So who got six niggaz next to carry | |
| Off these wanna be' s, niggas they gonna see | |
| And if you mother ers want some, then ' tach on to me | |
| big bonna | |
| You see these niggas can' t flip doing things that sick like what | |
| Cut off your damn dick, make you eat your own shit | |
| But i love a little mayhem it, we can do it | |
| Don' t let me get off that masso candy and some fluid | |
| Chorus | |
| e40 | |
| Uh uh a element of surprise, gettin my gig on | |
| Split yo house in half, with a dreadlock wig on | |
| When you do ya hot ones, shoot low | |
| Cause it' s a reflection programmed in the rolls | |
| Til automatics hit the floor | |
| Dump, bust, blast, barefaces | |
| Strike, dip, mash like a mental patiet | |
| Run, quick, fast, and in a hurry biaatch | |
| Don' t worry forty vision ain' t blurry | |
| a1 | |
| It' s like military issues, make you wish you never got in | |
| Cause now i' m stalkin niggaz like a bitch do | |
| Can only ride so long with that fake shit i take shit | |
| To the limit with no gimmick in ninetyeight bitch | |
| So what you say, and what you play | |
| I down it straight and can' t wait to hear what you bitch niggas gotta say | |
| If i can' t keep it real you can kill me so feel me cause | |
| I bring things to the game for my scuzzie | |
| big bonna | |
| We' ll kick a niggas door in, hit and lick you brags | |
| Now you ridding in a fan, pulled tight and gag | |
| Then they pullin up out the glad bags, the hefty type | |
| but you niggaz ain' t got no kind of idea what a chopped up body looks like | |
| Then them niggaz start to pull down your levis | |
| And bust you in the head with ruger p 85' s | |
| Call a mortician, call mark class | |
| Somebody in this mother er bout to come up missin, best believe | |
| chorus 2x | |
| Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout | |
| Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout 2x |
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