what s up niggas i told y all it s about to be on nigga we drop shit anytime we want to huh feel this nigga it s real flippin the the game niggas that got that cane murder mr dopeman still in this rap game it s 1997 my niggas gone to heaven rest in peace 2pac from master p doin 211 s 187 khadafi murder puttin niggas in six foot motherfuckin gurters if you fuck with this tru clique nigga you gettin your wig spilt who run this gangster rap it s bout to be it 187 khadafi jumpin on ghetto dope with these gangster topics still makin scrilla your neighborhood drug dealer ice cream slaingin tattooed up real nigga in the rap game pushin quarters flippin the water from texas to florida choppin game to the knuckleheads and spittin voodoo on the motherfuckin chickenheads down south hustlin to the west coast got nigga choppin game i mean this rap shit in to dope puttin them in packages independent spittin shit standing on stages with bulletproof vestes lookin for other cliques but who gon be the next nigga to die in this rap game or drop a hit on the wrong man cause they talkin shit about other niggas now it s a war zone in this rap game but they can t stop us tru niggas they can t stop us tru niggas they can t stop us tru niggas they can t stop us tru niggas cause if y all kill one they ll be a million other niggas in line with ghetto dope bustin ghetto rhymes y all running from the one time not mines posted up hostin up like soldiers down south huster throwin bolders ready to block like a football player got these 17 rounds for y all haters so jump on this ghetto shit and come get this wicked shit and jump up on this rap game and watch a nigga spit killer murder topics put my goals if y all think y all can stop it hardcore bangin hangin slangin nigga down for whatever that s why we bangin on wax into traps got beats by the pound like niggas slaingin sacks in the hood up to no good got niggas bout it from baton rouge to st louis to cincinnati got niggas lined up in atlanta like addicts gotta have this gangster shit this real shit from this motherfuckin tru clique ain t givin up living raw and if we die fuck it sell my dro to the next gangster nigga rest in peace eazy e but i m out here makin scrilla so fuck y all white laws and y all motherfuckin police cars comin through with gangsters and killers long like the motherfuckin drug dealer 97 to 2000 a d little kids wanna be me cause i m bout it i m rowdy the government and the press them motherfuckers want me outtie for runnin my own shit niggas sellin their company like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents break bread don t you know 15 percent of what you made you a sucker a clucker so stop rappin hardcore you hip hop motherfuckers and stay true to the gizzame be about your paper nigga fuck the fizzame third ward nigga runnin the hill it ain t no limit to this gangster shit blunt smokes and keepin it real y all can t stop us tru niggas y all can t stop us tru niggas y all can t stop us tru niggas cause if y all kill one they ll be a millon more tru niggas bitch it be silkk choppin and kickin shit like karate fast like a maserati crime boss like john gotti look into their face niggas afraid of me look deeper into their eyes they scared yeah y all busters scared of me cause i flow like water run shit like ki jana carter tell em i ma be there watch more tourists show up than the french quarters down for whatever bow down nigga never buck like a beretta wet you up like bad weather got fangs like a cobra now i got range like a rover you don t fuck with us whether you fucked up like a hangover from the city where busters lie from the city where suckers die make way for p and silkk two of the baddest motherfuckers alive bitch it s your time bitch i want the whole nine bust one line and make niggas change their whole rhyme i m the shocker yeah i got them it s tru motherfuckers and y all can t stop us and it s on 