| Bitch, I’m a killer for real-uh, that’s no joke | 
| Slide, nigga, either fast or slow, I gots to pop | 
| Nigga don’t stop 'cause one of us gots to go | 
| Muthafuckas be trippin' | 
| I’m from these streets where the mission is to die | 
| Preparin' like I was to die | 
| Down South, West Coast niggas, two sides | 
| You bitches be tryna' fade me | 
| But ain’t nothin' promised, you can’t play me | 
| You best be quick for talkin' that shit, that I’ma gets that 380 | 
| I’m all up in yo' grill, time to chill | 
| Pay my bills, gotta stay real, true to the game, in fact | 
| Niggas gonna lay back, flat 'cause ain’t the nigga ta fuck with | 
| So you niggas need tostep the fuck off | 
| Before I leave y’all niggas in a bag | 
| Talkin' that trash, you get hauled off in a black truck | 
| Nigga back up, stacks up | 
| When I blast, I’m never gonna miss | 
| Nigga, hollow tips in yo' shit, bitch, what’s up? | 
| Nigga now, lay the fuck down | 
| What now, it’s my block, co' shop down | 
| Nigga top down, drop now, nigga, what’s now | 
| Where’s the pop now, what’s up, baby, gotta play me | 
| Grab the 380, nigga been shady | 
| Even lately gotta watch his back 'cause he stacks | 
| 'Cause them niggas be trippin' on gats where I’m at | 
| Strapped with a infrared pump | 
| I’m not Kris Kross but I make 'em jump | 
| Nigga front and turn, watch them bustas and they clique run | 
| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker) | 
| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four | 
| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker) | 
| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G | 
| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs | 
| Bitch, I be quick to leave a nigga lookin' like a Kotex | 
| Nigga cocked like I ain’t had no sex | 
| And I be on time like a Rolex | 
| You can put me in a room with ten of the best of 'em | 
| I’d be the man in yo' face | 
| So fuck the rest of them, I’m the best of 'em | 
| Your bitch be trippin' but y’all nigga don’t scare | 
| Yo, man, Silkk, these niggas ain’t ready yet | 
| I know, that’s why I’m giving them a chance | 
| So they can prepare themselves | 
| I be the man, y’all niggas be trippin' | 
| And y’all niggas be frontin', black | 
| You think this the shit, my nigga? | 
| Y’all niggas ain’t hear nothing yet | 
| 'Cause look deep into the eyes of a nigga’s stuff | 
| I gives a fuck, why I oughta! | 
| Fuck you up! | 
| Nigga be hatin', so proud that they don’t wanna fuckin' fight | 
| 'Cause I done fucked his woman | 
| And now all her girls have been fuckin' light | 
| What’s yo' name homie? | 
| Silkk! | 
| What you came here to do? | 
| Shock the world! | 
| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker) | 
| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four | 
| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker) | 
| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G | 
| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs | 
| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker) | 
| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four | 
| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker) | 
| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G | 
| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs | 
| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker) | 
| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four | 
| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker) | 
| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G | 
| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs | 
| It’s time to flip a script and turn a half into a million | 
| And turn a ho into a zillion | 
| My game be tight like the Bulls, and after my shows | 
| There ain’t NO LIMIT to the hoes I can pull | 
| Girls be sweatin' me like I’m a bandanna | 
| My lyrics so gangsta | 
| The police keep them on the radar scanner | 
| But I be tight like the Titanic | 
| While y’all suckers selling whammys | 
| We on our way to the Grammys | 
| 3rd Ward brothers that came up | 
| Keep my name out yo' mouth | 
| Like Messy Marvin, I’m gonna wipe you up | 
| And yo' game better be tight | 
| 'Cause ain’t no love where I’m from from morning to night | 
| Fools be 'bout it, they be rowdy | 
| Still putting money in the bank like Uncle Sam | 
| And taxing fools dead | 
| All y’all suckers on the block are tryna stop me, can’t fade me | 
| And me and Silkk be living large | 
| Sippin' on Moët but strapped with the plastic toys | 
| Down South, we be hustlin' | 
| Settig the line behind busters that we ain’t trusting | 
| Y’all better wake up and smell the aroma | 
| 'Cause we doing this from Down South to California | 
| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker) | 
| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four | 
| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker) | 
| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G | 
| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs | 
| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker) | 
| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four | 
| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker) | 
| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G | 
| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs | 
| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker) | 
| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four | 
| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker) | 
| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G | 
| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs | 
| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker) | 
| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four | 
| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker) | 
| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G | 
| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs | 
| The Shocker, haha | 
| Ain’t nothin' change with No Limit | 
| Straight up Ice Cream | 
| We got some more ice cream for y’all |