作词 : Big Ed, Mr.Serv-On ...
Chorus We suggest that you niggas don't fuck with us 
The more niggas you bring the more heads we bust [Soulja Slim] 
It's do or die on the streets that 
I roam, that 
I roam That's why 
I never leave my gun at home, gun at home [x2] [Soulja Slim] 
Shit, niggas not goin put the chest these days 
Niggas catch it down bad and bust your motherfuckin head 
Put it like that, should have had your gat but nigga you chose to slip 
And the nigga chose to let all thirty two out this extra clip 
Enter your dome, let loose gonna meet your momma home 
I'll let you slide one time cause she was full of that fucking rome 
But you on guard, 
I don't stun in front of these pussy poppers 
I'm from uptown so you know 
I got to get you partner 
I've been doin this and you just jump in the porshe and new jacks 
And I got quick reacts and 
I bust em back and hit somethin 
Fuck the stuntin, me and myself might twirk a somethin and hurt somethin 
Straight dome shot, leave you bald might go on my face and fuck em all 
Then walk off with an innocent look on my face 
Soon as I get to the corner, pick up the pace running like 
I'm running a race 
Cause I aint bout no more murder charge catch me 
Down here them people fools ya, lose you in a second 
Get convicted in your life, now you trying to appeal 
Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played them real 
I suggest you don't fuck with us 
Suggest don't fuck with us 
I suggest [Chorus x2] [Big Ed] 
We some hard ass niggas, 
Big Ed and 
Soulja Slim 
Niggas bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them 
Get out the way, kids getting hit and shit 
Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip 
Bitches know me as the assassin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting 
Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin 
A No Limit soldier, nigga we ain't scared to bring it 
Nigga I'm tryin to leave the streets behind and put in no wax and singing 
And nigga keep my gat trown up like [?] 
Trigger finger itching like crabs 
Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when 
I stab Nigga think got more deadly so 
I got more gats 
Totin to edge two compacts, 
Big Ed be puttin it down like that! [Chorus x2] [Mr. Serv-On] 
It's the S to the 
E to the R to the 
V to the O to the 
N to the T to the 
R to the U to the 
N to the I to the 
G to the K to the 
A Can't carry ya, drama marry ya 
Step across this fuckin line my tank stroll motherfucker 
I straight deal ya 
Be like blasting, stepping like a fuckin hog 
Soulja Slim ya know me, 
Big Ed get at me dog 
I'm still asking the lord to bless me these niggas persist to test me 
After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me 
I'm ready to lay my claim niggas know the game 
Ain't shit changed, five hundred dollars 
I'm soed up and 
I'm still creeping 
Round the corner with my mask on got my gloves on, ready to get my fucking blast on 
So when you see me, nigga bow down to this fucking tank 
You niggas wanna be like us but you niggas fucking can't 
So I'm tired of you motherfuckers asking why 
I twist my hat and wear my colors 
It's all tank love, fuck the others 
It's real nigga (real)