First Verse (Gangsta Blac):    No prisoners kept in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up  And virtually fightin' our shadow thinkin' it's them in the cut  No more of my time to waste  No more pre-judgin' my face  Ain't nothin' but a mugg on my jug, hopin' my score been erased  They hated, maybe replaced, or make it better someday  'cause we can't hack what they scratchin' to buildin' cars in our face  You had your chance to be real, instead you mappin' out your death  No more of heedin' nobody 'cause we can do it ourself  'cause it's ???, or try to camoflauge me  Like I ain't seein' shit clear, 'cause clearly shit gone see "B"  No more of fakin' devotion when soldiers turnin' it out  My congregation is caught up in bein' real, no doubt  I'm the provider for them, can't be around and not down  Even when sleepin', I'm thinkin' of other ways for me now  To go and get it for us, and we ain't got it no more  What's in store?  Me and my onlys make it known it's no more  NIGGA!!!!!!     [talking by Blac & Fly]    Second Verse (Gangsta Blac & Playa Fly):    (Gangsta Blac)  No more of stressin' me out, no more of this and the other  No more of upside-down smiles, to cut by you suckas  No more of smokin' your weed, no more of jonesin' for that  Instead I'm grillin' you villains like they gone keep up the laggin'  No more attackin' my pride, never again hold it in  I buck it once 'fore I duck, trick will get stuck to the vent  No more of thinkin' my talents gone be insured for a mil  'cause if it was, my 'cause, came up and do it foreal  No more of dealin' with hoes, I'd rather have me a bitch  'cause she ain't shit from the start, just keep her slick with the dick  No more of hard-head grindin' that shit round the trunk  Too used to gettin' what I want, so I'm gone keep this shit blunt  No more of layin' in the road, for you to walk over mud  And disrespectin' big Chug, and weigh you lazy in mud  Keep it away from me please, no suckas stoppin' E-ski  And we ain't takin' no more, so Fly you tell 'em the D  NIGGA!!!!!!!!!    (Playa Fly)  Flizy just can't take no more  Overboard I'm bout to go  Funk and drank and dank you under the table like I did before  Seven, nine of ninety-eight  Playa Fly gone hit'cha straight  With somethin' you don't wanna feel the funk so you ain't gotta wait  Trait like I'm flaugin' 'cause I'm mobbin' over broken hearts  Movin' all my mini-Minnie Mae Mafia to hit the charts  How you gonna stop us now? With all this, Funkytown we bound  S.P.V. I'm bound, until I die then Playa Flizy down  First the A and four and one  Who's the one be wantin' some?  Not the suckas stink, but get'cha straight when all their body numb  Can't compact the garbage that you start producin' orally  I roll my windows tightly 'fore it really start annoyin' me  As much as I'm enjoyin' this, and ALL the weak B.S. you spit  My windows already rolled, so you know this dizays overwith  So hit the horn, keep goin' man  Blac & Flizy in demand  No more Flizy can stand  So smashin' power like a windows man  NIGGA!!!!!!!