s, where's your heart? Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men Niggaz gaspin for
the get God back Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy Run flat boy, run that boy Bitch where
operate that caution tape will cover up you place, This is all best nigga I'm the mutherfuckin ace, that is I Greedy guy, run up in and take yo prize, n if u
Fuck everybody hood if they dissin' the K C, I get it strap and I'm ready for a 211 Catch a Slob and it's Slob 187 [TROLL] S-N-O-O-P to the K Make way
L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga", "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga" "Comin for you, so mother-fu-fuckers Run.. run.. run for cover" [Louieville] Uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh
invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty
wanna run, tell her sarge Life's short, I play hard See your crew on the street Better know I won't hesitate to spray y'all I keep a wife for killing
!) Fake fraud faggots frontin for fame fleein from flames Firin full-fledged four-fours forcin flesh from frames Fortune fanatic, follow formats for funds faithfully Fuck five felonies, furiously fightin for
Apache See I'm the C the H the I the P Down with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G The M the O, yes and the C And when the M the I the C is
still got love for em' Come to the block, I'll shake off the rub for em' Ask for G-Unit, motherfucker its a rap Ma$e made it out alive, thank God for
man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man So the lieutenant gotta ask for
I bambi, ass of a wack cat, with my back half black So whose a dandy, he, L-O-U-I-E Ville Sluggah Coming for ya, so muthafuckas run for cover [Top Dog
tight [Top Dog Big Kahuna] I be that rude boy, bad boy, comin from the ville Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get killed by me The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my
fucked Turkeys get stuck, and niggaz get cuffed Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat Strapped with my crew and my niggaz and all that Down for whatever