Who?

Bring it
Cell Block, Twin Gats
Full Clip, Foe Foe, Lil' Shank, Bullet
Jeremy, Psychopathic Rydas
Nipples, Tom Dub
All up in that b*tch ass
Bubba Dub, Double A
Stepdirt, Jump Steady, Billy Bill, Tom K
Mike E. Clark, Jason, Dougie
Psychopathic tell me
Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (fkin everybody)
Back the fk up cause y'all ain't got s**t
Representin the street killas my whole clique
Where the b*tch we run hoes for all they loot
And when my money ain't right yo
Believe we down to shoot
Everyday what, different b*tch
And at least once a month, my whole entourage switch
Hands down muth*fkas case closed
Psychopathic Rydas got all the hoes
Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (fkin everybody)
Everybody that's down
That is me and Full Clip bring it to 'em
Oooh who's dat?
Clip from the Rydas
Dumpin out bystanders at the cops behind us
Oooh who's dat?
Your muth*fkin killa
Pull out my nine and blast you in your grill, yeah
Oooh who's dat?
The winner of bread
Put your face on the curb and kick the back of your head
Oooh who's dat?
Hatchet representin fool hood in a black truck
Ryda till I die that's what
I don't give a fk how many caps they peel
fk they crew and all they muth*fkin homeboys frontin like they real
I got the hollow tip bullets for that teflon vest
Blow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chest
We ain't afraid to make the hammer go c*ck
Just to erase a couple of wack muth*fkas off the block
Leave you layin in a pine box with roses from your crew
Pause for a second, check yourself, and ask who
Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (fkin everybody)
You saw the show
Say I didn't rock it
I'ma jab a stick in your eye socket
I'm through tryin to prove myself all the time
I'm the muth*fkin s**t bottom line
fk dis tryin to impress y'all
I'll wear a half shirt and walk a fat b*tch through the mall
s**t I don't pick and choose my freaks
I'll fk a crackhead with warts on her b*tt cheeks
And I'd still be the s**t like that
fkin Yokozuna ain't livin this fat baby what
Ain't nobody bad like us
25 drunk Ryda dawgs in the tour bus
Who down with hoods in black trucks? (fkin everybody)