[Verse 1: Reese One]
This is for my front page n*ggas, twelve-gauge n*ggas
Quick to kill a motherf*cka trapped in a rage n*gga
Gorillas, baboons, grizzly bears
Walk into the country jail and throw they hood in the air
The drug dealers, drug addicts, lizards and snakes
Who live fast and die young, all gas no brakes
In the scrapper taking [?] on a high speed chase
He working on his third strike he can't take that case
The clinically insane who got to be on their meds
Risperdal, Thorizine, cuz they sick in the head
The American psychos, loonies and live wires
Trap you in the basement and set the house on fire
The gang bangers, gamblers and stick up kids
And all my four yard soldiers doing ten year bids
This is for y'all my n*gg balls to the wall my n*gg
Build it up just to watch it all fall my n*gg
[Hook]
Remember back to the gutta
We go 'a swimming in the sewers motherf*cka
We gon make the speakers bleed with gun shots
And blow out our f*cking brains when the fun stops
Maybe not, but it will be some buck sh*t
Let 'em know we not the ones to f*ck with
They get nervous cuz we the ones they stuck with
So lock your motherf*cking doors and good luck pricks
[Verse 2: Reese One]
Im feeling sick
Im feeling sick
You ever feel crazier than cat sh*t
Want to grab a sledge and go bat sh*t
You feeling grimy like an alley full of rat sh*t
Well this song is a soundtrack for that sh*t
It's some mo' break his f*cking back sh*t
Find somebody to just haul off and smack sh*t
Killer bee style, swarming rat pack sh*t
Pull out the nine millimeter click clack sh*t
Take the shotgun off the gun rack sh*t
Slam a n*gga on his head on some Shaq sh*t
Wartime, get dressed in all black sh*t
Now go show these motherf*ckers how to act sh*t
[Hook](Times two)
Remember back to the gutta
We almost swimming in the sewers motherf*cka
We gon make the speakers bleed with gun shots
And blow out our f*cking brains when the fun stops
Maybe not, but it will be some buck sh*t
Let 'em know we not the ones to f*ck with
They get nervous cuz we the ones they stuck with
So lock your motherf*cking doors and good luck pricks
Remember back to the gutta
We almost swimming in the sewers motherf*cka
We gon make the speakers bleed with gun shots
And blow out our f*cking brains when the fun stops
Maybe not, but it will be some buck sh*t
Let 'em know we not the ones to f*ck with
They get nervous cuz we the ones they stuck with
So lock your motherf*cking doors and good luck pricks