[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
 You know it gotta be gangsta
 When Other Peoples Money in the place
 You ain't gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya face
 You are Pranksta already caught one...In ya face
 If you was gangsta, you woulda had ya gun in your waist
 You don't really wanna hear the glock echo
 Niggas'll get it, send shots that'll go through ya Ecko
 Look, before this rap shit, we all was glockin
 On the strip, yeah, was all was clockin
 Waitin til them semi-autos poppin
 My gun is like a club on Friday night dog, its on n' poppin
 Belvi on the rocks with the Ocean Spray, ha
 Outta the V let the toastas spray, ha
 Back in the V throw the toast away
 Cops! Pull us over, throw the roach away
 Before the sirens is comin
 My niggaz be runnin
 Because a minute ago all my niggaz was gunnin
 And all you niggaz is frontin you really don't want it
 We kill you for nothin The shotty is pumpin
 You get shot in ya stomach y'all don't really want it
 
[Verse 2: Begetz]
 Yo, y'all know me an my dudes we clappin the Tuly
 That'll hit your top and turn ya doo rag into a coofy
 Shots'll pop ya trunk hit the back of ya huptee
 If I'm outta shells you get the back of the Uzi
 Listen, I stick with the Nina, clip in the Nina
 If you niggaz talkin slick it steam ya
 Want heat? I can get ya a fevea
 Stuffy nose cause I'm sick with the heata
 A fifth that'll lean ya, Christopher Reeve ya
 Yall get sticked in the freeza
 Body wrapped up in the plastic
 Just like the clothes y'all get from the cleanas
 Lotta lables out here think they dick in the dirt
 Til I leave em face down with they dick in the dirt
 I just started spittin and the begging and gettins won't stop
 Soon as you rippin, then I'm clickin, you spittin, you drop
 And all the G shit you niggaz you spttin you not
 You keep riffin and your lip'll be gettin you shot
 
[Verse 3: X-Million]
 I'm gettin tired, I ain't gangsta
 But I'm in and out of courts steady
 Blunts is strawberry, the semis is sure heavy
 I'm from the hood where shots get traded like Maberry
 Or we can put the guns down get your jaw ready
 For my wolves in Hells creeps sleepin in wet beds
 Blow trial, spit it to judge, spit it to FEDs
 Just know why niggaz can feel me is real sick
 Cause I'm so wild nothin can kill me, I've been dead
 I'm on video rollin with po-po
 Them shots'll get you left lookin like Jordan logo
 Bodys get jumped, and picked up, and put in the trunk
 Stunttin for nothin, its nothin to stunt
 You get shunk in the buggy eyed 500
 Not a mile on it, gully I want it
 Put 100 thou on it nigga
 And I ain't gangsta?