[Benzino]
  Uh, yo (We!)
  Uh-uh, uh uh uh
  Uh-uh, uh uh uh
  Uh-uh, uh uhhh!
  Mr. Gzus, Twice Thou
  Ray Benzino!
    I spit that thug shit, the whole world wanna bang to
  Amazin, Mr. Benzino from the Made Men
  Half Peurto Rican, half black, still blazin
  Steel bangin on the handle of my gun
  I be Hangman (Hangman), Mr. Bang-bang man
  Catch you in your hall, while you Mr. Slang-thang man
  Fold you up like a bangy pair of Guess jeans
  I guess you know what I mean, 9-15
  Be the murderer, niggas that I be rollin with
  Control shit, we thirty dirty deep Bonie clique
  Light that blunt, burn that hash, keep it movin yo
  (Made Men catch wreckin anybody studio)
    [Twice Thou]
  Your days are numbered nigga (what?) you better bounce
  Got thirty-two rounds in my twenty ounce
  Blue nickel, new pistol performs in the physical form
  Squeeze slugs 'til the gun jam, any mission I'm on
  Black leather doo-rag, two Mags with speed loaders
  I'm a weed smoker, my cylinder spins, chillin ya mens
  Loudmouth niggas catch it the worst, for example
  I'll shoot the shit out of you -- and ya man too
  Leave ya bodies in the gutter, cut up for the streetsweeper
  Hack you the fuck up with a meat cleaver, retreat nigga
  Take a seat dog, while we bang to this beat dog
  Or pose, I'll pump holes in ya meat dog
    [Chorus]
  To city kids and pretty bricks, saditty chicks
  Hood rats and them killa cats, we reppin y'all
  For niggas that's locked for 'ricks
  GD's on blocks that got nine's to spit, we reppin y'all
  These streets that be keepin it real, throwin money in ya grill
  Strapped with the steel, we reppin y'all
  To niggas that's gettin mil's, playin ball
  All my ladies and all my dogs, we reppin y'all
    [Mr. Gzus]
  I'ma keep it crackin like the Earth from it's axis
  Non-stop spittin hot shit with no practice
  With this iron, I'm a blacksmith
  With shit to make ya backflip
  From the clap you do the twist and then you don't exist
  Just for being a hostle, thug imposter
  On sight, fuckin pop ya (Pow!) Drop ya
  Hit a nigga proper with these shells made of copper
  Hollow's, Made Men what? The gunfire follow
  My sharp shooters mentally ill, in Bentley's we chill
  Got cash and bought everything we ain't steal
  And many clips to fill cuz these streets stay real
  We bring the heat, now you know how gettin burned feel
  Yo get peeled
    [Benzino]
  We stack right?
  Benzino catch you while yo creepin, try yo' best right?
  Just make sure you don't get caught sleepin, whistle deaf right?
  You not believin what you seein, infrared right?
  You niggas dead right? Slippin in clips right?
  These niggas wanna go to war, it's time to ride right?
  But when it's time to get it on they run and hide right?
  They gonna make me run up in the crib and flip right?
  My niggas rip right? See I'm on top now
  And if you wanna fuck around then you'll get shot now
  Don't let me send my Boston niggas to your block now
  Then make 'em strip you to your knees and take your glock now
  We got it locked now... (Nigga)
    [Chorus]
  [Repeat to fade]