[Verse]
Uh, I was raised rugged and ruthless, still loving the music
Saving advice as a youngster, leave n*ggas mugging and toothless
I was a beginner, enduring the pain of a vet
Gaining respect, chin-checking bullets, and staining their flesh
Deranged by the cess, sober days, and high nights plenty
Too much of California cess'll make your eyesight dreary
Pioneering the market, tracking fear in my target
Cause in the beef, n*ggas' spirit can disappear from their carcass
You know our status, we College Park n*ggas the baddest
Soldiers with automatics, like Percy is with the title-clashes
Instead, it's not mythical, with lead, I'm despicable
Remaining on point, like infrareds from my syllables
And when the smoke diminish, I'll be standing alone
Humungous dollars to spend, I'm loving mammalous roams
Dozen mansions and homes for all my people
And 50 killers standing with chromes, we living lethal, we living lethal
[Hook 2x]
We roll 51 deep, all my South-coast n*ggas roll
We roll 51 deep, all my 3rd-coast n*ggas roll
We roll 51 deep, all my West-coast n*ggas
And my Midwest-n*ggas and my East-coast n*ggas roll
[T-Rock]
Man, y'all motherf*ckers want to know why I'm dissing Three Six?
Three Six a bunch of b*tch made, busta ass n*ggas
I ain't tell you about that time
Juicy J ate this b*tch named Jessica, on her period?
In front of the whole f*cking click, now what the f*ck was that?
And I ain't also tell you about how DJ Paul used to always talk all this sh*t
About Gangsta Boo this, Gangsta Boo this, Gangsta Boo that
[T-Rock imitating DJ Paul]
You ain't never smelled Gangsta Boo breath?
[T-Rock]
And then he turn around, he licking the ho ass and sh*t
So what the hell your breath smell like
You motherf*cking rotten gold tooth, b*tch made, busta ass n*gga?
Cut your little small arm off, and f*ck you up with it n*gga
You can't f*ck with this n*gga
We rollin 51 deep, and f*ck the 6 n*gga
Cause it's Area 51 on mine, Dirty Dozen, A-Town
College Park n*gga, uhh!