(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Tay Keith, this too hard Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy (Run that back, Turbo) I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides We get M's in by the shoe size I don’t fuck with y'all

Is that too much, yeah Is that too much, oh yeah Am I asking for too much? I won't stop 'til I get back what's mine I know I fucked up one too many times Baby sometimes I feel so naive Thinking you would come back to me Say I fucked up, I'd have to agree

All hail rock and roll Gotta take it back, we gotta take control Write this on my tombstone We fucking live for the music Rise up or just get fucked, uh, you know it This is our time, reignite All of the flames that have died for quite some time We can't

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all

God damn, it's a brand new payback From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black How many motherfuckers gotta pay Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK Caps gotta get peeled Cause "The Nigga Ya Love to hate" still can "Kill at Will" It ain't

Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Will the real X to the Z please stand up? With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck Stickin 'em up at

And you know that in time you will find That they always come back, yeah they always come back We've all been played, we all get hurt Just take the pain and let that motherfucker burn They're all the same, they never learn So dig their grave, and let

Slaughterhouse! Life handed me lemons I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow Too quick for the human eye to detect zooming

All I want from you is drug sex Run it up and never go back (Go back) Tell me why the fuck you mad though? (Mad though) I ain't that used to getting mad dough (Mad dough) I dropped forty pointers on your ass, ho (Ass, ho) Forty pointers on your ho-ass

Tie her to the bed and let a minute get ahead So I can get a better look and let her settle in the thought of it- And of course she really wants it I can see her dripping wet and Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck do you think you are?! You betrayed me