(SkinnyKhris) Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang-gang, gang-gang Told my sniper, "Spin the block again, I think he still alive" Tinted windows on that vehicle, tryna catch that homicide (grrr) When this FN hit his face, it's gon' go through the other side Ask the opps, I done spinned they block about a hundred times I spent cases, ooters gon' chase him, he ain't gon' make it (bop-bop-bop) Do a hit in McQueens (grrr), so they can't see our faces (so they can't see our faces) I'ma use the revolver, it's gon' catch all the cases (it's gon' catch shell cases) What I spent on this chain and my wrist, just savings (drip) Catch him and fry him like bacon (like bacon) We gon' make him a day, turn him to a patient soon as we get the location (boom-boom-boom) No GTA, we left him wasted (SkinnyKhris) Shouldn't been droppin' them rakes then (shouldn't been droppin' them rakes then) He gon' end up with a mortgage for all that fraudin', better be cautious (better be cautious) He only tough when he log in He ain't gon' talk when that blick to his noggin (that blick to his noggin) All black Honda, shooters like Mamba (grrr) Kill a opp, roll him in grabba (just like Mamba) Ain't gonna line him, soon as we find him (SkinnyKhris) Hella holes in his designer (hella holes in his designer) Three deep, call us the Migos (skrrt, skrrt) Run up on him while he playin' Cee-lo Heart rate, we gon' turn it to zero (turn it to zero) My lil' youngin' did it for a C-note Last nigga who tried me got took off the map (he got turned to a pack) I have a MAC, come let off a mag, this shit go brrat (rah-rah-rrah) Niggas ain't got the heart to slide, no cap (niggas ain't got the heart to slide, no cap) Told the driver to park at the front, we gon' walk through the back Gon' end up like the rest of them niggas as soon as he lack (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Hollow tips rip through his chest, he gon' catch an attack (catch an attack) One in the head with the blicky I'm ready to snap (grrr, one in the head with the blicky, I'm ready to snap) Niggas get whacked for thinkin' this shit just rap (bop-bop-bop) Told my sniper, "Spin the block again, I think he still alive" (spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it) Tinted windows on that vehicle, tryna catch that homicide (grrr) When this FN hit his face, it's gon' go through the other side Ask the opps, I done spinned they block about a hundred times (grrr) I spent cases, ooters gon' chase him, he ain't gon' make it (he ain't gon' make it) Do a hit in McQueens So they can't see our faces (grrr, so they can't see our faces, man down, man down) I'ma use the revolver, it's gon' catch all the cases (it's gon' catch shell cases) What I spent on this chain and my wrist, just savings (drip) Catch him and fry him like bacon (like bacon)

Woah now, retaliation Singing woah now, we a go wake up the nation Radio retaliation, it's such a different corporation We taking over your station and we a go change the vibration People fi get up and pump them fist when sleepy talk Hear mi transmission whether you drive or whether you walk Put up me antenna inna the middle of the park And transmit mi signal inna the light and inna the dark Radio retaliate, and never ever get caught And change the stereotype of people's wash over thoughts Fifty thousand watts of Thievery hit them like poison darts And watch the whole system what them build up fall apart Singing woah now retaliation Singing woah now, we a go wake up the nation Radio retaliation, it's such a different corporation We taking over your station and we a go change the vibration Mi have the basic qualification, just fi get people straight And juggle the microphone from eight o'clock back to eight People give me the recommendation from the musical senate Fi juggle the roundest sound, the mellowest sound The sound with the most weight Them stand up out of the corner, inna the driveway, outta mi gate To hear the chief rocker them a fling dubplate All who want fi challenge Thievery, then it's your time fi wait And re-emerge from the scene, and wipe away all the hate Radio retaliation, it's such a different corporation We taking over your station and we a go change the vibration Chief rocker Thievery Corp them pon the attack With melody and sophistication make you bound have to rock Sleepy wonder deh pon the mic, the ragga muffin speed rap And if your vibes is inna the gutter, I will lift it up to the top Eric and Rob them produce the beat, and invite Sleepy down fi chat The combination of the crew, destroy your whole habitat The main objection of the track is to tear the whole place flat And have the people inna the lounge Them want to get up, and they are singing Woah now retaliation Singing woah now, we a go wake up the nation Radio retaliation, it's such a different corporation We taking over your station and we a go change the vibration

Nigga just killed TyeTye Caught him slipping in a drive-by We so surprise his mama in tears Somebody gon die now His baby mama she been crazy She done lost her mind now Don't want to look at his lil boy Cause it look like my dog I'ma set it off in the muthafucka I'm going ham with an AK I promise his mama I'm gon protect him You gone get slam with AK I'll duck tape you homie Write your name on this list Pussy bitch And this pencil ain't got no eraser on it Blood spill when a boss talk, I'm from Louisiana Murder capital of all these states, peel your banana Retaliate, four to the chest, two the face, if you can relate If you think you gotta wait, bitch you can die today I'ma ride for my niggas mane I ride for my niggas I die for my niggas We searching for blood Retaliation, it's payback pussy Like sharks we searching for blood Like jaws I'm king of the sea We kill we kill'em with gloves Boy bouta eat this beat Gas up this rental car Park around the corner, jump out This one for my dog, mane Ian gon lie since he been gone It's been so much pain Rip him up with the mac Just like that Let him know I'm bout drowning Wait by his block, the barbershop and his baby mama I get dumb with the gat like london on the track It's always gangsta Seek and you shall find and it's a scary picture that I paint ya, nigga

Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that These niggas really don't know grindin' These niggas really don't know what time it is I'm finna learn the slackers a lil' lesson So tell them that my class is in session So line 'em in Shady game so sheisty, style so crazy Niggas don't like me just because I speak the truth But they don't really want me raisin' the youth They'd rather see 'em eat garbage (Garbage) In life, I'm not forty years old, I'm forty years strong in this shit I'm movin' like a grown ass man Leave 'em down with a long ass hand to keep 'em back Never let lames get too close to me Sucka friend, this how it's supposed to be Illuminati won't be moldin' me 'cause I expose the bullshit Fuck that (Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that) Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Class is in session so fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Knowledge is nonexistent, materialistic Political, egotistic, so I missed it I'd rather be the nigga doin' my own thing Instead of followin' them niggas doin' the wrong thing I keep the ninas outta my business and stay way from [?] Because it's all about winnin', no losses Gotta be the boss, mane A real boss know what time and what it cost, mane Y'all lames stop playin' In life, I'm not forty years old, I'm forty years strong in this shit I'm movin' like a grown ass man Leave 'em down with a long ass hand to keep 'em back Never let lames get too close to me Sucka friend, this how it's supposed to be Illuminati won't be moldin' me 'cause I expose the bullshit Fuck that (Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that) Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Class is in session so fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that

She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in Yeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home) Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face? Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran I apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan Where your bitch at? No, not that one Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin' Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands On the island, no dressin' I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain? Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin' Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades Higher than a escalator any day I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade Damn, this might be coward day Yeah, this might be powder day Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns Nigga, you can shoot us, hey And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no And we the best, every time we come around Boy, they root for us, true And everybody hate Chris But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die All I want is that head and that ain't no lie Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin' These niggas vibe faker than a puppet

For the love of money Well, well, well, ooh For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money (Ahh, ahh) For the love of money (Ahh, oh yeah) For the love of money (Ahh harder, ahh) For the love of money (Ah, ahh, ahh, mmm) For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money What people will do for the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money (Oh, come on baby) For the love of money (Oh harder, harder, oh yeah) For the love of money (Mmm damn, work it oh, yeah) For the love of money (Aww, mmm, ahh, mmm) For the love of money For the love, love yeah For the love of money What people will do for the love of money For the love of money You're just a sinner for the love of money For the love of money Don't' you know, don't you know Don't you know that money is the root of evil For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money For the love of money

Where you from nigga? Straight from the muthafuckin' land ah the heartless Five true thugs from the double glock Ready ta pop to the dome, eternally it's on Yeah, Straight Mo Thug nigga return from the Claire Test this hustla betta not dare We talkin' about distributing llelo Little Layzie beat it Daily collectin' me bank roll Rollin' wid Trues, nothing to lose Never the less ain't about that talking Screamin' out murda coming ta serve ya Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking) Number one assassin Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-guage eruption Let loose wid ah buckshot blastin' Bone up outta the cut and we buckin' Eternally here to stay in the khaki suits and the high tec boots Oops I'm comin' wid troops, fools Be ready ta shoot collectin' my loot Blazin' and burnin' my grain This year the same I crept and I came Niggas that fell off that thought they could hang Givin' up slang tryna' fuck wid ah chain gang bang! Str8 land ah the heartless Where the thugs be thinkin' ah execution Str8 prosecution little Lay go buck and start the fusion Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Come and follow me hollow point snub slug Pullin' me body underground Put 'em in the grave they lay away down Claire Claire stay down I'm one ah the thuggest muthafuckas in yo city Under me strap packed Ride, ready me pap pap in broad daylight You wid me roll well roll till the Bone drop hit that hydro That's the way that we deal That's the way that we steal Well I really keep that high on, my mind ride, Ride to the darkside feel the darkness East ninety nine, mine the thugs I luvs 'em heartless Yeah follow me now ride ride follow me commit some You can run but won't escape the lie So many tried but died Niggas be runnin' and duckin' them bullets Ain't tryna' get scared or we all ah get sprayed Gotta get away when the po-pos chase me So me, runnin' wid me guage Bang bang put 'em in ah coffin Buck buck droppin' them bodies (Come again) dumpin' them bodies (Runnin' then) we finna posse Thug what check out the glock glock We to poetic for swang Niggas claim they came and remain Smoke bud all day and maintain They come they gun they run From the po-po jump the fence Hit 95th and now Nigga let's roll some shit Let's smoke out quick befo' anyone ah them That's them the po-po back up on me Nigga me fucked up now Little time they screamin' on 6-5 That's whenna me jumped up, I'm out now Little nigga playin' wid them police in the Claire Get 'em up wid, beware I take Nigga need some weed That's funny I ain't got no money Nigga put me down, Swing to the bud stops for some brews Really don't drink but it's for me Trues Four crazy niggas wid nuthin' to looooose. Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan I'm from the C-Town we beat 'em Thug niggas done straight came up, Nigga wanna test must rest Buckshots all in that chest he's fucked up, Killas from the nigga that's realer In wid that Claire Bendin' that dunn Pop when they run dunn Bodies gon' fall my Cleveland niggas what's up Ya down for that thang gotta gang bang bang if you have to, Beat ah nigga down in any town, But don't let me catch ya Mentality straight from the C-Town Where everyday niggas get beat down Betta think before you run up I gun up but I think keep peep this game now To the niggas that's just gone by that fuckin' wid Bone Swang widda clip tight clan It's all eternally flossed out Nigga that's Bone Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan...

Keep smokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Yeah boi, wear corduroy I've gotta keep on smokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Yeah boi, wear corduroy Hey, gimme some herbs, the word Better hit it, we know, we know what you heard Thai-da-da-da, done hit my burb Here to get it, hit it, and niggas is served And a fifth of burb It'll switch your nerves, and I'll get to swervin Burnin in my Benz, and I'm here, nigga Don't you ride with me, you have to learn it Close the curtain, nigga, we searchin Search for the blunts and stone, I'm certain Runnin up, so I'll be runnin, and rappin's my hobby When I'm smokin I'm workin, and I'm hurtin, hurtin Reefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me P.O.D.d-ah D.d-ah Past overdose comatose, see a See a bunch of sticky creeper, creeper Roll it up, sellin my kin folk And the end of the world, I'll have the indo, indo And you can it up, need no friends though See, little B.B. gives no weed fees when your ends low We can get smoked (Hey!) About to curb serve over phat tracks Bluelight has got the scoop on where the party's at Somebody said, "Damn, where's the drinks?" It's chillin' in the middle of the kitchen sink We got Alize, and Isle iced tea A little Bambazini and some Hennessey The stuff that keeps you toe-up Now tell me are you high enough? Remember forever addicted, get it twisted It's that mystic Rip and Guiness, hit it Singin my business, lately, got me ready to kick it But dig it, my hydro high--got me thinkin, "Die, die, die." Twenty twin, twin, then again, no crime in a dime Well did llelo to my payroll, straight to the bank, oh, ever so thankful My mayo, aiyyo, stay away or come and get split a wig, insane, oh Gotta make that money, man, any and all cost, y'all Any and all, all, nah, gonna get caught up, caught The house was so hot, I can't stand the heat I'm dancin with my peoples I've been tryin to see There bumpin my jam, guess who I see Comin to hype the party with some indo, tweed? We got Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Layzie, Wish and Flesh, thugs-n-harmony Righteous when I spike the punch My people's gonna drink it up You gotta puff, puff, give, and pass it to the left