you don really wan it wit tha crew/alla us rollin up on u/cuz all it takes is one hit to tha chest/to put ya punk ass to rest/cuz we simply tha fuccn best/n i dare a nigga to call my claim/we take aim/end up on tha barbaque/told y'all all i was realler then u/eat u up real quicc like a beast/on that silence of tha lambs shit/hello calreese
