| We do this for life ya dumb fucks, y’all niggaz is dumptrucks | 
| The type to bitch up, and getcha eyebrows plucked | 
| Mark my words loco gon’have it like Motown’s heyday | 
| So dope they name us all twice like we, Pelle Pelle | 
| You better be prepared to call me Bullet Loco Gorde | 
| Pop my collar with none other than Earl-40 | 
| Square off on a square like it’s high noon, cause i’m a tycoon | 
| If you fuck with Sick Wid It y’all niggaz gon’die soon | 
| I can’t make a fiend do nuthin against they will | 
| I just leave they eyes so yellow you see em and yield | 
| WHOA -- spill the guts of the ones that’s not real | 
| So when you see me nigga scream out one shot kill | 
| Gotta, spot on my shoe from all the blood we spill | 
| I get it even if I don’t want it nigga like free refills | 
| Y’all don’t wanna give us our props, y’all niggaz gon’get dropped | 
| Nigga fuck hip-hop, nigga this CRIP-hop WHAT? | 
| Chorus: E-40 + Jayo Felony (repeat 2X) | 
| Pimp’n why you splurgin? | 
| (Cause I can) | 
| Why you go up in my bitch? | 
| (Nigga cause I can) | 
| Why you smokin all that broccoli? | 
| (Cause I can) | 
| Why everybody think you rich? | 
| (Nigga cause I am!) | 
| Motherfucker ?? | 
| grew up on the undertuckamajig | 
| My destination control the block | 
| Fast ass wad full of ones in my pocket | 
| with a hundred dollar bill wrapped on top | 
| Thirty-two shot extended clip to keep it trill when I pop | 
| Durin the summer it’s Zenith’s but in the winter ride stock | 
| Better believe us don’t try to play us for false | 
| cause it’s not a game no way no how | 
| Bullet Loco, Charlie Hustle and Major Payne nigga now | 
| How you think peons try’na deallllllllll with it? | 
| Fuck around and wind up gettin killllllllled with it Beotch! | 
| New booty rappers get penalized, and expedited | 
| Cause they don’t think about they shit, before they write it We don’t sell narcotics with the po-po problems, playboy take a look | 
| We off into real estate, CD’s, millions of books | 
| Used to be crooks still hang around crooks, dealers and ex-cons | 
| Niggaz with Lucci from slangin that alcohol and shermon | 
| Players with cake, pushin they weight, try to find the last trap | 
| Transfer they bloody bread to llegal corporate scratch | 
| What they want? | 
| Are y’all fools ready for dis? | 
| It’s for loco for sure I’ll blast | 
| With Bullet Loco and 40-Water we take your life then we haul ass | 
| Tall cash stacked in the basement | 
| Can’t leave the house with less than a zip an a extra clip | 
| Niggaz wanna know why I get down like this ain’t that a bitch? | 
| You see my, life on TV cause it’s the daddy with the ?? | 
| and a P Niggaz just can’t seem to get away from PD while they surrounded me and houndin me cause I ball hard, on parole in a double-R | 
| Fifty to a hundred G’s and je-wels on wrists | 
| Nigga we ghetto stars | 
| Shit my niggaz spent G’s and push drop Bentleys | 
| Remi Mark sippin, Cristal, X-O Hennesey | 
| And better believe if we enemies we spray ya wit these | 
| Every night at twelve have your whole motherfuckin city prayin on knees | 
| and still 40-Water pass the strap and I blast, Jayo hit the gas | 
| Had to tear his whole motherfuckin head off tryin to get to his stash | 
| Every man they all man, quick to pull a lick out the Brougham | 
| Only reason I rode down on that bitch ass nigga, is because I can! |