Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think they know us) 
G-g-g-g Guess whos back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie! 
Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath! 
Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo! 
Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow! 
Someone betta' tell them so. . . 


 
You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me 
Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain't family? 
I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me 
Witness the most potest' furocious niggas that rhyme 
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit 
When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your friendship 
If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'? 
niggas's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes 
Far as static, I automaticly get medieval 
When i'm after people, then i'll explode you bitches with C-4 
These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo' 
Making you vanish even when we ain't go