Lyrics: Garner, Moore, Rolison
Music: Mack 10
-----on da phone-----
Yeah ? Aight, ****a! [???] just came on the block and try to smash on all the homies,****a.
Who, who, ****a, what happened?
Ey, ****a, get your shit!
What happened, dog?
Get your shit!
What? Just meet me on the block.
I'm on my way!
Chorus: I don't know about you, but all
I wanna do is get my bang on
Stay strapped wit my sack
While ****as watch my back
Well, ****a, get your bang on (Verse 1 -Squeak Ru )
Mack, I hear some ****as got a problem wit the [woosh ?]
I see the ****as got they straps and they ready in the hood
So I'm loadin up my weapons, steppin
Callin up the crew cuz ass whoopin we ain't acceptin
And I ain't letting ****t go
****as got to back up, bow down or get wet up wit ammo
Mutha****as got to pay or [?????] in the night cuz
I don't play (Verse 2 -Mack 10)
At night I can't sleep,
I'm tossin and turnin
So I stay full of 'yak and smoke sermon
Got a [???] to my name and though the hood's gettin bigger
I'm paranoid and sleepin wit my finger on the trigger
And now my bitches stressin that
I'm livin [brome ?]
Cuz I'm fresh out the pen and get my serve on
It's all about murder where me and
Squeak from
So **** the enemies and we dumpin when we see some, so
Chorus It's the life of a
G I got to live (Verse 3 -Squeak Ru)
Them rocks movin slow on the block
****a, One
Time hot and we just lost the ****in spot
Got me curb servin under pressure
I'm so paranoid at night
I keep my glock [and my dress on ?] (Verse 4 -Mack 10)
All these 187s got my mind undisstressed
And even claimin
Dub S, you need a bullet-proof vest
You know the gang, ****a, when you dog and you loccin
Kill the first thang movin [and ?] just the first thang smokin (Verse 5 -Squeak Ru)
All I wanna hear is buckshots and guts out
****as gaspin for they breath is the type of shit
I'm talkin 'bout
You ****as cruisin 'fore
I bruisin
Ey, Mack, get your ammo, **** the tool that you're usin (Verse 6 -Mack 10)
Peel ya dome to the back, dog
Cuz when it comes to the wood, they better know how to act, dog
Connect Gang, punk , yell the hood out and bustin
****ers, **** every clique that ain't down wit us, **** em (Verse 7 -Squeak Ru)
**** em and feed em dish
****as get dismissed
Connect Gang [faint ?] at the top of the list (Verse 8 -Mack 10)
You wit colored bandanas and clips like bananas
Homicides when we ride, so the world wanna ban us, **** 'em
Chorus