| Intro: Wake your punk ass up (what time is it?)\ | |
| Louieville: | |
| Tired as **** just woke up what's goin' on? | |
| Gun Clapper 3 yelling sound thee alarm | |
| This ain't no drill move your ****in' ass cause they here | |
| Pass the mask tear gas is tossed in the air | |
| We're surrounded street is crowed can't wait no more | |
| First break **** bust through that front door | |
| Poppadidick and if they double up they get splitted | |
| Hit 'em did 'em no damn good | |
| Benedic Arnold | |
| Calm yourself there's no need for panicing | |
| Slugs to him chest leavin' himself stiff like manakins | |
| Men it is, the ****in' worst way to die | |
| But when I die | |
| I'm goin' all out with my five | |
| Top Dawg: | |
| But hold on son | |
| I got your back you got mine? | |
| First pick flinch or move leave 'em spine | |
| On the table, spit belly from the navel | |
| Unable to talk his trash | |
| I stalk kick that mayheim | |
| Louieville: | |
| Let's move along, you know we stand strong | |
| Allah got our backs so we won't go wrong | |
| Cause shit is all hot up in our face | |
| I think we should slide to a place where it's safe | |
| Come on Top | |
| Dawg: Time's a wastin' no lookin' back or move fakin' | |
| Devils of all kinds cross lines so now | |
| I'm thinkin' | |
| Escape route (no doubt) cause odds is far from even | |
| No joke loc | |
| I just hope we see this evening | |
| Louieville: | |
| Just be ready for whatever, come dress for action | |
| If we gettin' pass him if not we just blastin' | |
| Him so let it not, have to come down to that | |
| But for now son keep the ****in' mack where it's at talking | |
| Top Dawg: | |
| It takes one time and a word to start my niggas to envy | |
| You don't know how it is after dark | |
| So stop figuring that we give a **** | |
| Cause you know me not give a **** | |
| In this jungle walk we stalk with the shottie | |
| The pumps, come try and put yourself in our boots likkle youth | |
| Better face behind this madness you done started in your root | |
| Louieville: | |
| So who be you copy cat standing over there | |
| Trying to come clear and face to face with my dry tear | |
| I raise hell smells from my inhales | |
| My minds not here and | |
| I don't think you want to go there | |
| So stand clear, or get ripped from the rear | |
| To your head, | |
| O.G.C. payed dues to get you red (fed up) | |
| Whatever, bring your flame you can call it ruckus | |
| We make shit so hot you can call this | |
| Waco Texas (boom) | |
| Starange: | |
| I beez Starange man | |
| I gets wicked on the flow | |
| Louieville | |
| Sluggah: It's | |
| Louieville you know | |
| I pack the bat like so | |
| Top Dawg: | |
| I be the Top | |
| Dawg but better known as the | |
| O All: Mother****s better act like they know yo |
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