[Baby Beesh and Grimm - chorus 2x]
    Don't let them foolya
  We just come to school ya
  Glory Glory haleloya
  No red against no blue
  You know you know
    [Verse 1 Baby Beesh]
    Now you livin that fast track
  Chasin that ass crack
  I be making my money fucking with the Jones and Nasdaq
  We be blowin on fat sacks
  And cacthing amnesia with these heaters
  Making beleivers out of haters and cheaters
  You know that violence interupts my dope trade
  I just do the herb no cocaine
  Don't be afraid boy
  To be all about your bread boy
  But wacth the devil cuase the devil he's decoy
  Destroy all the hate in your veins
  Count your change and rearrange
  Them games is played out man
  Them dirty macks they to stop me but I'm a player profit
  I get the dope cook it up and rechop it
    [Chorus 2x]
    [Verse 2 South Park Mexican]
  Smoking smelly
  Put a hole in your belly
  You wan't to test us oh really
  Got a call on my celley
  They wan't to bury us
  You fucking haters sound halerious
  The I turn the brave into the sariest
  Smoke water and get wetter than aquarious
  Thuggish Ruggish million dollar budgets
  I chop a bird and cook 36 chicken nuggets
  My future is clear just like a shot of vodka
  I got love from Corrpitos to Uganda
  If you jelous listen up fellas
  It's no problem to show you where hell is
    [Chorus 2x]
    [Verse 3 Rasheed]
  While some niggas is stickin with ya
  Your murder is being choreographed
  Soldiers never sleep I got your back in the aftermath
  After the last laugh
  When the mutherfuckers smoke clears
  Niggas broke hear
  Choking hanging like chandliers
  I bust at the man in the mirror
  Making my face crack
  Replace that Rasheed dope house killa
  Keep it coming back or running back
  With a ball and chain in my hand
  Ain't no substain
  The man with the vision of the galexy span
    [Verse 4 Low G]
  Respect that
  It's the million dollar wetback
  In jet black
  You cross my line and get your head cracked
  Yea yea ya tu sabes qien soy
  Don't sweat me boy
  Ya tu sabes donde estoy
  I'm on the Hunt G
  The only street with the palm tree's
  It's Low G
  I only rap about what's done g
  You can't stop me
  Came to your city on a donkey
  The slavea I'm bringing back the wet flava
    [Chorus 2x]
    [South Park Mexican]
  He's on crack
  She's on snow
  He's so old he can't fuck no mo
  She's a whore he's a snicth
  Most of my niggas dying over a bicth