Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I pull up roll the window down and I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it Wet a nigga block and watch them

I am the gunner (the gunner, the gunner) Ayy, my walk is so cocky the bouncers don't even stop me Ain't no pat down, no ID They know me, that shit obvi Bitch I pack out the lobby just from fans tryna find me I got daughters and mothers tryna fuck with

I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit uh Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got love for us, but what about last year? I remember what you said behind our back And you sweared to your god that we wouldn't do shit. We are the new kings. I don't forget! Take a look at who's standing before

I got a grind, won't stop, hustle won't quit Shine like no other, I be on some other shit I got high price lifestyle, super bad bitch If I want it, bet I got it If I don't bet all I gotta do is Go, get it, stay up out my business Ball 'til I fall,

This shit right here is for you All your faces I can see You all think it's about me I'm about to break, this is my fate Am I still damned to my life, of misery and hate? You will never know What I've done for you What you know Got me through

I love to love ya baby I need a crunk tight nigga Makes seven figgas Laced with a platinum Not the silver shit nigga X to L stigga Now don't get me wrong cause I'm not a ho But I know what I got you can't handle though

Rock bottom I got nothing left to hide I got nothing left but pride Nothing left to say Don't bring that shit to me I ain't your bitch, I ain't your boy I ain't no god damn motherfucking toy I'm not dead, I'm still alive You don't like it, you can go

Everybody wanna be a gangster (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) 'Til it's time to do gangster shit You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy Shit just got real up in this bitch (Shit just got real) (Yeah- Put up or shut up) (Put up or shut up)

Liberate, my madness Liberate, my madness (one of me, all of you) Your garbage in is garbage out So soft, you forgot You don't give a shit I won't play the fit Get off, get on this I just want to