lets get dis muthafucka crackalatin


Croz and Roo stay G'd up, cuz we poppin dem things/
got more fuckin Foreign Shooters than da Sacramento Kings/
you cant bring wat we bring/we drop ya "Right Thurr" lookin like Ching-a-Ling/
U faggots must suck dick, cuz you SPIT like an Amatcha/
da fuckin lyrical Damacha/i put 9 in you and ya manacha/
Craca give up da mic, and stop talkin ya shit/
one mo word and u gettin knocked da fuck out like Xzibit/
heavy duty, i pull out da MP and smoke ya like a cigarrette/
We packin so much fuckin heat, we on fire mo than Banks/
I aint never been da War but i know how to put 9 in ya tank/
My shit hit ya, split ya, leavin ya, wit fuckin side effects/
Mama must of dropped ya too much, now ya cant even spell Graphics/
Ur shits do in a hour, and you fuckas still aint dropped a lyric/
dis spit already killed ya, Im callin out ya spirit/
Stop ur fuckin "Runnin" lookin like BIggie Pac/
spit dat shit out already, get off my fuckin cock/