First Verse (Gangsta Blac):
No prisoners kept in this camp, we kill `em all and come up
And virtually fightin` our shadow thinkin` it`s them in the cut
No more of my time to waste
No more pre-judgin` my face
Ain`t nothin` but a mugg on my jug, hopin` my score been erased
They hated, maybe replaced, or make it better someday
Cuz we can`t hack what they scratchin` to buildin` cars in our face
You had your chance to be real, instead you mappin` out your death
No more of heedin` nobody cuz we can do it ourself
Cuz it`s ???, or try to camoflauge me
Like I ain`t seein` shit clear, cuz clearly shit gone see B
No more of fakin` devotion when soldiers turnin` it out
My congregation is caught up in bein` real, no doubt
I`m the provider for them, can`t be around and not down
Even when sleepin`, I`m thinkin` of other ways for me now
To go and get it for us, and we ain`t got it no more
What`s in store?
Me and my onlys make it known it`s no more
NIGGA!!!!!!
[talking by Blac & Fly]
Second Verse (Gangsta Blac & Playa Fly):
(Gangsta Blac)
No more of stressin` me out, no more of this and the other
No more of upside-down smiles, to cut by you suckas
No more of smokin` your weed, no more of jonesin` for that
Instead I`m grillin` you villains like they gone keep up the laggin`
No more attackin` my pride, never again hold it in
I buck it once `fore I duck, trick will get stuck to the vent
No more of thinkin` my talents gone be insured for a mil
Cuz if it was, my cuz, came up and do it foreal
No more of dealin` with hoes, I`d rather have me a bitch
Cuz she ain`t shit from the start, just keep her slick with the dick
No more of hard-head grindin` that shit round the trunk
Too used to gettin` what I want, so I`m gone keep this shit blunt
No more of layin` in the road, for you to walk over mud
And disrespectin` big Chug, and weigh you lazy in mud
Keep it away from me please, no suckas stoppin` E-ski
And we ain`t takin` no more, so Fly you tell `em the D
NIGGA!!!!!!!!!
(Playa Fly)
Flizy just can`t take no more
Overboard I`m bout to go
Funk and drank and dank you under the table like I did before
Seven, nine of ninety-eight
Playa Fly gone hit`cha straight
With somethin` you don`t wanna feel the funk so you ain`t gotta wait
Trait like I`m flaugin` cuz I`m mobbin` over broken hearts
Movin` all my mini-Minnie Mae Mafia to hit the charts
How you gonna stop us now? With all this, Funkytown we bound
S.P.V. I`m bound, until I die then Playa Flizy down
First the A and four and one
Who`s the one be wantin` some?
Not the suckas stink, but get`cha straight when all their body numb
Can`t compact the garbage that you start producin` orally
I roll my windows tightly `fore it really start annoyin` me
As much as I`m enjoyin` this, and ALL the weak B.S. you spit
My windows already rolled, so you know this dizays overwith
So hit the horn, keep goin` man
Blac & Flizy in demand
No more Flizy can stand
So smashin` power like a windows man
NIGGA!!!!!!!
