Cause we got chop, got K's, street sweepers, handguns and grenades
So come play, ain't nothin' to them boys You don't want it with them boys
Cause they got chop, got K's, street sweepers, handguns and grenades
So come play, ain't nothin' to them boys You don't want it with them boys
Cause I don't wanna be bad boys, thinkin' they tough
I got a tool to clean the streets, that'll carve your bluff
I'll show you rough, when CMG guerrillas come through
When bullets comin' at you, with sixes, fours and twos
I'll dismantle your whole crew, like a thief in the night
Now I'm a peaceful man, don't make him be the thief of your life
Let's get it right before the misunderstanding
So many niggas gettin' kids, showin' off, I hear grandstanding
I've been playin' it on the real, that's how I feel though
Ever since my nigga Mac got killed, bro
Like he A.S. in the game on this field, bro
I'm not a killer, but don't push me to a steel post
Got chop, got K's, street sweepers, handguns and grenades
So come play, ain't nothin' to them boys
You don't want it with them boys
Cause they got chop, got K's, street sweepers, handguns and grenades
So come play, ain't nothin' to them boys
You don't want it with them boys
I got a heater on me every time you see me, homie
Not scared to box, but niggas don't fight, so I keep it on me
That's why I'm a killer, but don't push me to a steel post
That's why this song is for boys that think it ain't real
Out here with that jacking bullshit, but that they're gon' get him killed
Don't disrespect the game, act like you know my name
You'll see the underboss, bitch, I got a perfect aim
I'm tryna have things, longevity
Twenty soldiers, forty guns, artillery
A small arsenal, we ready for whatever
Before you run me high, better get it together
I got A.K.'s, got H.K.'s
You piss me off, I make them sing like the O.J.'s
Got chop, got K's, street sweepers, handguns and grenades
Top gunplay
Ain't nothin' to them boys
Top gunplay
You don't want it with them boys
Cause they got chop, got K's
Street sweepers, handguns and grenades
Top gunplay
Ain't nothin' to them boys
Top gunplay
You don't want it with them boys
You don't want it with them boys, do ya?
You don't want it with them boys, do ya?
You don't want it with them boys, do ya?
You don't want it with them boys, huh?
Not me
You don't want it with them boys
Do ya, do ya, you don't want it with them bars
Do ya, do ya, you don't want it with them bars
Do ya, do ya, you don't want it with them bars
Nah, not me
You think you Mr. Big, I got a problem solver
He shoot six times, guess who it is
I got a two shooter, come on my cuff link
My bitch got a little beretta up under me
Before your eyes blink, it get all in
So put a trap on that trap before you get napped
From the 40 clap, shots to the head
You should've listened, you ain't heard what the hook said
Got choppers, got cash
Streets, weepers, handguns, and grenades
So come play, ain't nothing to them bars
You don't want it with them bars
Cause they got choppers, got cash
Streets, weepers, handguns, and grenades
So come play, ain't nothing to them bars
You don't want it with them bars
Ay yo, we back baby, ain't no stopping us
You know what I'm saying?
You got it, you got it

We can try to keep a real nigga down
But a real nigga gon' keep coming back, baby
Pound for pound, round for round
Bird for bird, noun for noun
However you want it, baby
We gon' break it down
Now how we gon' do it this year, baby
2005 mash mode
We ain't stopping for you niggas
You gon' either roll with us or get the * rolled over
That's how we gon' do it