(feat. Big Ed, Master P)    Y'all niggaz ready for this Silkk the Shocker shit?  (Y'all niggaz out there bangin) Switch! (claimin red and blue)  Y'all niggaz bout it? Nigga be a leader not a follower  (my muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!    [Chorus (2X):]   Murder, murder, murder, murder  187, cause I don't give a fuck    [Silkk]  Well, it's time to ride, slide  them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up  Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass  I'm about act bad, no doubt, I'm a go in they house  And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out  Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin  Drama, fuck all that, stay real when it's time to peel  Caps, no doubt, hah I check the house  Cause I ain't gon be satisfied till all ya'll stressed out  That's a fuckin shame, I ain't gon be satisfied til I see blood, nigga  What you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers  You think I'm a let this shit slide cause I done got fame  Fuck the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin game  Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad  I'm a fuck you nigga  you gon have a closed casket and I'm gon crack yo mask  You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin down  See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm home now  It's time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit  I was a cool nigga, but now, it's only the beginnin  It's time to ride, when it's time to slide, you die  No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes    [Chorus (2X)]    [Master P]  Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just like a hurricane  Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin Mr. Murder, mad  Hustla, balla, Mr. fuckin Do-a-reporter  Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a balla  Break me off proper, gun in that doctor  Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper  Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder  Down South hustla, West Coast ruler  3rd Ward villian, I'm in the killin  They ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealin  Ice cream slangin,   And if the radio don't play this gangsta shit, what are they thinkin?  They could stop, a nigga from comin up  They could stop a young nigga from makin big bucks  Independent, and black owned  But still got more money than Al Capone  Y'all niggaz can't stop a killa,  A murder, a hustla, fuck it, a drug deala  But if they shoot, did up with police  Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East  And call me Mr. Paul  Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal  Mr. Killa, the ghetto Kadofy  And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me    [Chorus (2X)]    [Big Ed]  Niggaz, they want to start some stack  but if they stack then let it be started  And at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly departed  Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I got's it  When I pop ya with this heart rock  make your heart stop cause I'm bout it  Jack you like a New Jersey drive  My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride  Creep with these killas on our tippy tippy toes  See the barrel knows where the bullet go  and then we smash off in that 4 by 4  See we rolled on ya set and then bucked  A bunch of niggaz fallen and they can't get up  You wants to fuck with this TRU click and get ya khakis creased  Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest  TRU niggaz don't fall, fool, we to busy flossin  It might be your ho we tossin  Step to us and we make ya hits like Michael Jackson  Cause every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin    [Chorus (2X)]    Ha ha. Now y'all know. We run the muthafuckin streets.  No Limit. True to the game. Silkk the Shocker.  This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches  (soldiers) from Richmond (Atlanta) Down South (Alabama)  to the East Coast (to the West Coast)  to motherfuckin Kentucky, Missouri (to Florida) to Dallas (Houston)  to New Orleans (Austin, Texas) to muthafuckin Miami (D.C.) to  Cinnicinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina) fuckin  Baton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City) Lafayette (Georgia,  Seattle, Washington) Detroit (Omaha, Nebraska) Chicago (Phoenix)  To all y'all muthafuckin ghetto (Alberquerque) gangsta (Indiana) real  niggaz and bitches (all y'all niggaz that's locked up) everywhere.  Murder, murder, murder, murder. Ha ha.  But y'all niggaz betta watch y'all ass  (watch y'all ass) so y'all won't get caught up in motherfuckin 187  (a 187)  Cause every nigga I know is bout it (Bout it!)  Nigga that mean don't trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)  cause the sreets is real. Believe that.