Ooo, oh my God This that motherfuckin', that real Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop Of course we don't flip flop This goin' out to the hardcore hiphop Like my man said, you know what I'm sayin'? I'll let you know who I fuck wit' Who I roll wit' Niggas I fuck wit' is the illest, baby gorillas And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head with shots Fucking lead gets hot, and leave them dead to rot Top Dawg cuttin' shit up, like raw keys Like I'm from Crystal Lake and my last name is Voorhies Could have a niggas door keys and still gun it down Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground Run it clown, you know better, than to breathe too hard Word to my kids I'll leave you God And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground Slugs make way by the ounce, so I must've put in a pound At least! Gave it to another nigga for lookin Money was dead before the slugs stopped cookin Remember me, cause I'ma be there when they bury, you And we'll just get it on in the cemetery Haha, word up