We Like To Murder In Combat War On The Streets



.4 5 Glock 40's On Sight To See



Me And The Homies Run Deep Like A Wild Pack Of Wolves



Attack Like The Congo's When Niggas Talk Bull



Better Step And Get Further Before Them Hollow Tips Spit



The Vulcan Automatic With The Vulcan Death Grip



Walk The Strip And Still Tote See Four In The Tip



And Explode On Kryptonite Chronic Blunts When We Dip



Chorus:



And I Be Hittin Motherfuckers Like Boo Yow!



Whatchu Motherfuckers Wanna Do Now?



I Be Hittin Motherfuckers Like Boo Yow!



Take Your Whole Motherfuckin Crew Out



I Be Hittin Motherfuckers Like Boo Yow!



Whatchu Motherfuckers Wanna Do Now?



I Be Hittin Motherfuckers Like Boo Yow!



Take Your Whole Motherfuckin Crew Out



Now Step Into My Zone, We Can Get It On



Roll A Coupe, Not A Chrome, Fuck A Sack, I Wanna Zone



Stay Blown On The Strip, All Switches Away From Dips



Next To The Mack And The Lil' Homey Talkin Shit



He Quick To Blast On That Ass, Blood Puddles In The Grass



I Thought "Make Sure He Dead, Come Back And Then We Smash



Witta .4-5 Automatic Slug In His Windpipe



Ain't No Love, For A Thug Livin One Life



We Split Wigs Back Like Afro Picks



Flagged Up, Ain't Your Momma's Style When We Dip



Young Hogs Creepin Thru The Fog



Ready For Combat, Just Me And My Dogg



Fuck Y'all, Other Niggas All On My Dick



For The Money And Bitches Ain't Really Down To Do Shit



Another Lyrical Cap Into Your Cranium



We Known To Blow Shit Up Like Nuclear Uranium



Chorus



I Explode Like A Nuclear Warhead, Wit This Lyrical Gang



That I Slang Like Cocaine, Makin The Crowd Bang



As We Kick Up More Dust Than A Pick-up



Assaults, Murders, And Armoured Truck Stick-up



Cos Ain't Too Many Niggas That Can