| Royal Flush, Dirt McGirt | 
| And we don’t give a fuck whose in here tonight | 
| Somebody’s gon' get shot, bastards! | 
| If ya’ll want war (ya'll want war?) | 
| Let’s get it on (let's get it on) | 
| Cuz we don’t care (ya'll know we don’t care) | 
| Where ya’ll from (wherever ya’ll from) | 
| Yo, you go one shot, two shot, three shot, four | 
| That’s how I’m soundin' when I’m shootin' down your door | 
| Five shot, six shot, seven shot, eight | 
| That’s for all them niggas, that I catch at the wait | 
| Nine shot, ten shot, eleven shot, twelve | 
| Them four shots, gonna keep me outta jail | 
| I be, damned if I fail, BK know me well | 
| And take your precint to war, before I take a fall | 
| Y’all don’t really wanna fuck with us | 
| Cuz you know we gon' shoot shit up | 
| Don’t waste bullets on your house and truck | 
| Wait til' we see you, then we hit you up | 
| And I ain’t got no time, to talk to none of ya’ll niggas | 
| You tough, then you get shot, you turn to snitchers | 
| And them niggas that you runnin' with, become your witness | 
| Man, I’m good with my aim, dog, I hit you from a distance | 
| No, look, this is the difference, like special ed., you on a mission | 
| Too eager to glisten, when your mom talked you should of listened | 
| Take out the trash, do the dishes, now she gotta bury a son | 
| Got hit with a gun, just convicted homicide |