作词 : Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman

作曲 : Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman

**** you

**** you, come up here then

Oh, wow, big pussy

You guys ready?

Yo, yo

Shut yo bitch ass up nigga, uh

**** you to anyone that claim that they got me (Uh)

When my heart was low, it turn to kami-kamikaze

Respect was takin' back my gallery, I'm finna spaz (Yeah)

The truth is everything we need, can we agree with that? (Yeah)

The group is over without being on the album (Huh)

I'm back and ready, Ciaran had to bring it out me (Huh)

I love to hate but these days I'ma keep it classy (Huh)

Niggas I made, I love to see them boys surpass me (Huh)

Flava Flav with the way we keep it nasty (Huh)

Jesus my Savior, own my masters like Master P

I can't explain it, dawg, you know it's how magic be

You gotta bring it if you gettin' on a track with me

This shit a classic, ain't even been out a week

The show is over nigga, please stop harassing me

Stop asking me, it's bad enough for me to deal with this tragedy

On my own (on my own, on my own, on my own)

What? On my what?

Oh, no, no, don't, no

Listen to me nigga

Ooh, boy, you still a bitch boy, you ain't doin' shit boy

This that murder shit, boy, this that learn to destroy

The label needed thirty-five minutes of music

It's the true shit, faggot nigga out of Houston

Doin', whatever the **** I'm 'posed to do, yeah

Moshing at the shows, surprised we ain't get sued yet

Crowds go loco, we lean into their amusement

After shows taking photos with all the new fans

I don't roll solo, need the crew to maneuver

Through the loose and dark and stupid kinda movements

Injectin' hope into a generation of a lotta lonely mother****ers sick of waiting

We ain't taking all them punches to the ****ing faces

Just to let some **** nigga come around and say some fake shit

My everyday lifestyle ain't nothin' but a hustle

Can't nobody tell me shit, I made it out the jungle

My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing but a hustle

Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups, nobody move a muscle

My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing but a hustle

Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups, nobody move a mu