We give them from them violators, must be my fucking enemies because we surely ain't friends
And the truth, them don't know we living on a down low, bad man from New York, yaks that's from Dirty South
And we say bust it up, rah rah, bullets to your head, we come to fuck it up, rah rah
And we say bust it up, rah rah, bullets to your head, we come to fuck it up, rah rah
Find them dead
You fucking piece of shit, I don't give a fuck if you're rich or think you're all of that
Fuck you, you ain't nothing to this
We got the pig and the chicks, what's this race?