[Northside Shorty:]
Hot boy off the north with the tats on his face
Run, run, run, find a place where you safe
Far from grace
In my maze where I play
Pray on your faith when they claim that they saved
Laugh in your face
Trying to jump home boy?
You might want to refrain
Keys to the gate
Talking hell, little bitch, and you ain’t gonna escape
Hold up
Jump out with the Glock cocked
Going non-stop
Aim the red dot
Shoot a mother fucker dead where he laying
Ain’t stopping until the gun lock
Mother fucker out my box
Head been knocked by the worst kind
Gorilla from the 59
I’m a psycho
Check my bloodline
[Southside Shorty:]
All of these bitches afraid of me
And all of these fuckboys – they hate on me
So just to sum it up
Basically, I really couldn’t give less of a fuck
I’m from the era of terror
The product of financial pressure
Social conformity
Religious error
Mention the devil
They’ll fuck off forever
The new millennium brought nothing better
I wanna see blood stains on the grill of the Mustang
Couple pills just to numb the pain
Six roads, one way
Flames arrise
Burned my eyes
I’m late for judgement day