(Krazy)   What what what what what   (Chorus)   (Krazy)   Who talkin noise?   We makin noise   504 boy   Playin with them big toys   (X4)   (Mac)   Look   Motherfuckers its mac   The one who pump slugs in your back   Lyrical attacka   Keep it ghetto like black lacqua   Camo'd assasin   To the best (?) the epitomy   Of a soulja   Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda   Hold your horses   I come through like "whatchu wanna do?"   Murder who?   I kill that whole crew with a 2-2   These niggaz rookie   I crush em like pink cookies   Dont fuck with me   When im broke   Pissed off   And my bitch aint given me no nookie   Kinda glad P took me   Off the streets to make duckies   Now I take supermodels to hotels   And make whoopie   Pull they hair   Call em out they names   Dont you like that?   Then I give my lil sister the cash   So she strike that   Niggaz like mac   Rock mercedez benz toe bustas   And I only shop at them military   Stores cousin   Solja rag on my eyes till I die   Nigga what?   Im a Tank Dogg   These niggaz is just mutts   (ARF!)   (Chorus)(X2)   (Krazy)   My nigga Jeff just got 30 years   Fuck MC   Went in a house   Found a safe with about 3 bricks   Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A   Sweatin my niggaz   He wont rest until my whole click's   Doin some figgaz   Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite?   A young nigga   With a .45   Bustin on site   What I might   Is whether (?) bleed with passion   See this drug game to me   Is like a fatal attraction   Salvation from this life   Thats what I need   See these jealous ass niggaz   Wont let me breathe   Will I succeed in this cold world?   Pray for me please   I dont get caught up in this rap life   A dying disease   Over seas is where they come from   We know who sent them   If them bitches six-teenth   I believe ill get them   I aint fuckin with no new niggaz   Believe im ballin   If I ever go to jail   Big Boz im callin   Will my real niggaz ride for me?   Believe they will   If I get killed   Bring me back to the IvoryVille   Nigga   (Chorus)(X2)   (D.I.G.)   They say only god can judge me   My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3   Prolly in the year 2 G   But livin this street life   Im thuggin and ready to rumble   With any nigga that ready to tussle   Motherfucker   I feel as if im at the edge of my life   So I give it to them raw   In the heat of the night   I aint hard to find   Im the nigga with the two 9's   Next to the Last Don   Nigga thugged out for mine   A Made Man   The Bossalinie of the scenery   And be full of that greenery   When you peepin me   Im full of that crime family   Im on the grind and I can handle that   I aint trappin   I gotta weigh that shake   Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients   Some ghetto dope   Go round tweekin   And get D.I.G.   Thats me im a young nigga   Fuck around with me dog   And y'all get done nigga   (Chorus) (X4)