| Verse 1： | |
| Where my niggaz at, it's play it raw time baby | |
| Load up the guns guerilla war time baby | |
| Light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg | |
| Choppers with drums, ozzee's, and glock time dawg | |
| Whoever he with, they better stay cause they to nice | |
| And whoever and hit, jump out the window and get it right | |
| Then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out | |
| Then we empty the clip and let the lord sort em out | |
| Bust it really, it ain't no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville | |
| And now i'm tieing on my bandanna and i'm cocking back | |
| Jump out the hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap | |
| Dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums | |
| Hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma | |
| Cause i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain | |
| Got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain | |
| Tell em' | |
| Chorus: | |
| Come on, nigga come on, time to do it nigga | |
| Nigga come on, nigga come on wodie! | |
| Come on, nigga come on, time to do it nigga | |
| Nigga come on, nigga come on wodie! | |
| Verse 2: (b.g.) | |
| If drama come to me then it come | |
| For that i got two glocks and a k with a drum | |
| That's what i ride with not what i got got ducked off | |
| The mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off | |
| I got the tillery when beef kick | |
| I got soldiers ready to march when that beef start | |
| I got niggaz be in that zone on that herion | |
| I got niggaz ready to kill when shit get real | |
| I got niggaz that play all out akirts of the field | |
| So get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled | |
| Oh it's a game but it's a game of life or death | |
| You lose and can't continue if you get dome checked | |
| You get blues it's all what duck gonna be next | |
| Come in that water and get wet | |
| Think you can fuck with me, you thoughts will get upset | |
| I don't shot to hit i shot to kill | |
| Believe me i don't shoot for fun when i shoot it's for real | |
| Come on nigga! | |
| Chorus: | |
| Come on, nigga come on, time to do it nigga | |
| Nigga come on, nigga come on wodie! | |
| Come on, nigga come on, time to do it nigga | |
| Nigga come on, nigga come on wodie! | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Give me the guns, i'm ready to bust one nigga | |
| My nuts hung nigga, since i was young nigga | |
| I get dumb nigga, with the m-1 nigga | |
| I sip some nigga, and i flip some nigga | |
| A uptown stunter, what the hell you think | |
| Ready for war, but i ain"t no captain of no got damn tank! | |
| And you can take that to vegillity boy | |
| I'm burning up, i'm on fire is you smelling boy | |
| Cause i be coming with the top down | |
| Letting them know how the chop sound | |
| 100 rounds tore the whole entire block down | |
| Assault rifle with a drum and beam totter | |
| 38 with a speed loader in my holster | |
| Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder | |
| But if i pop my trunk i'm might just set off a damn explosure | |
| I'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain | |
| Got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain | |
| Tell em' | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here i come nigga! x2 |
| Verse 1: | |
| Where my niggaz at, it' s play it raw time baby | |
| Load up the guns guerilla war time baby | |
| Light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg | |
| Choppers with drums, ozzee' s, and glock time dawg | |
| Whoever he with, they better stay cause they to nice | |
| And whoever and hit, jump out the window and get it right | |
| Then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out | |
| Then we empty the clip and let the lord sort em out | |
| Bust it really, it ain' t no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville | |
| And now i' m tieing on my bandanna and i' m cocking back | |
| Jump out the hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap | |
| Dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums | |
| Hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma | |
| Cause i' m off the wall, off the hook, off the chain | |
| Got a sawd oil tec and i' m bout to knock off your brain | |
| Tell em' | |
| Chorus: | |
| Come on, nigga come on, time to do it nigga | |
| Nigga come on, nigga come on wodie! | |
| Come on, nigga come on, time to do it nigga | |
| Nigga come on, nigga come on wodie! | |
| Verse 2: b. g. | |
| If drama come to me then it come | |
| For that i got two glocks and a k with a drum | |
| That' s what i ride with not what i got got ducked off | |
| The mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off | |
| I got the tillery when beef kick | |
| I got soldiers ready to march when that beef start | |
| I got niggaz be in that zone on that herion | |
| I got niggaz ready to kill when shit get real | |
| I got niggaz that play all out akirts of the field | |
| So get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled | |
| Oh it' s a game but it' s a game of life or death | |
| You lose and can' t continue if you get dome checked | |
| You get blues it' s all what duck gonna be next | |
| Come in that water and get wet | |
| Think you can fuck with me, you thoughts will get upset | |
| I don' t shot to hit i shot to kill | |
| Believe me i don' t shoot for fun when i shoot it' s for real | |
| Come on nigga! | |
| Chorus: | |
| Come on, nigga come on, time to do it nigga | |
| Nigga come on, nigga come on wodie! | |
| Come on, nigga come on, time to do it nigga | |
| Nigga come on, nigga come on wodie! | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Give me the guns, i' m ready to bust one nigga | |
| My nuts hung nigga, since i was young nigga | |
| I get dumb nigga, with the m1 nigga | |
| I sip some nigga, and i flip some nigga | |
| A uptown stunter, what the hell you think | |
| Ready for war, but i ain" t no captain of no got damn tank! | |
| And you can take that to vegillity boy | |
| I' m burning up, i' m on fire is you smelling boy | |
| Cause i be coming with the top down | |
| Letting them know how the chop sound | |
| 100 rounds tore the whole entire block down | |
| Assault rifle with a drum and beam totter | |
| 38 with a speed loader in my holster | |
| Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder | |
| But if i pop my trunk i' m might just set off a damn explosure | |
| I' m off the wall, off the hook, off the chain | |
| Got a sawd oil tec and i' m bout to knock off your brain | |
| Tell em' | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| You ain' t gotta hollar wodie, here i come nigga! x2 |
| Verse 1: | |
| Where my niggaz at, it' s play it raw time baby | |
| Load up the guns guerilla war time baby | |
| Light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg | |
| Choppers with drums, ozzee' s, and glock time dawg | |
| Whoever he with, they better stay cause they to nice | |
| And whoever and hit, jump out the window and get it right | |
| Then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out | |
| Then we empty the clip and let the lord sort em out | |
| Bust it really, it ain' t no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville | |
| And now i' m tieing on my bandanna and i' m cocking back | |
| Jump out the hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap | |
| Dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums | |
| Hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma | |
| Cause i' m off the wall, off the hook, off the chain | |
| Got a sawd oil tec and i' m bout to knock off your brain | |
| Tell em' | |
| Chorus: | |
| Come on, nigga come on, time to do it nigga | |
| Nigga come on, nigga come on wodie! | |
| Come on, nigga come on, time to do it nigga | |
| Nigga come on, nigga come on wodie! | |
| Verse 2: b. g. | |
| If drama come to me then it come | |
| For that i got two glocks and a k with a drum | |
| That' s what i ride with not what i got got ducked off | |
| The mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off | |
| I got the tillery when beef kick | |
| I got soldiers ready to march when that beef start | |
| I got niggaz be in that zone on that herion | |
| I got niggaz ready to kill when shit get real | |
| I got niggaz that play all out akirts of the field | |
| So get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled | |
| Oh it' s a game but it' s a game of life or death | |
| You lose and can' t continue if you get dome checked | |
| You get blues it' s all what duck gonna be next | |
| Come in that water and get wet | |
| Think you can fuck with me, you thoughts will get upset | |
| I don' t shot to hit i shot to kill | |
| Believe me i don' t shoot for fun when i shoot it' s for real | |
| Come on nigga! | |
| Chorus: | |
| Come on, nigga come on, time to do it nigga | |
| Nigga come on, nigga come on wodie! | |
| Come on, nigga come on, time to do it nigga | |
| Nigga come on, nigga come on wodie! | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Give me the guns, i' m ready to bust one nigga | |
| My nuts hung nigga, since i was young nigga | |
| I get dumb nigga, with the m1 nigga | |
| I sip some nigga, and i flip some nigga | |
| A uptown stunter, what the hell you think | |
| Ready for war, but i ain" t no captain of no got damn tank! | |
| And you can take that to vegillity boy | |
| I' m burning up, i' m on fire is you smelling boy | |
| Cause i be coming with the top down | |
| Letting them know how the chop sound | |
| 100 rounds tore the whole entire block down | |
| Assault rifle with a drum and beam totter | |
| 38 with a speed loader in my holster | |
| Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder | |
| But if i pop my trunk i' m might just set off a damn explosure | |
| I' m off the wall, off the hook, off the chain | |
| Got a sawd oil tec and i' m bout to knock off your brain | |
| Tell em' | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| You ain' t gotta hollar wodie, here i come nigga! x2 |
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