| Open up the mind of a killer | 
| Niggas on the front line strong as gorillas | 
| Another dead body in the mist | 
| Compton tattooed on his stomach, ain’t that a bitch | 
| Hub City, thugs with me buck 50 | 
| Reunite with G-Unit? | 
| Bitch, fuck 50 | 
| Look, take this dick or take this hit | 
| We do it big, keep our bitches on that fey-fey shit | 
| So what it is, let me tell you what it ain’t | 
| Niggas tryna leave the city but they can’t | 
| Stuck on Central and Rosecrans | 
| America meet the dope man | 
| More gold than Trinidad James | 
| Guns in both hands | 
| Fiends smokin' rock out of Coke cans | 
| Seduced by that white girl, Marilyn Monroe man | 
| You see the city, right? | 
| You got some weed and the molly, good | 
| Now take your bitch ass to Hollywood | 
| Light, camera, action, you’re gone | 
| Hollywood swing, but when I catch you it’s on | 
| The streets got 3 simple rules we abide by | 
| Hear no evil, speak none, you through blind eyes | 
| Niggas need to learn to keep they mouth shut | 
| Nosey motherfuckers get their ass shot the fuck up | 
| It’s money over everything, trust me | 
| So I’mma let my nuts hang, and plus we’ve | 
| Been known to pull them murderous stunts | 
| And get away scot-free, niggas puffin' they blunts | 
| And gettin' down in they movie room | 
| My niggas Loonie Tunes | 
| Cause when it’s fuck me, then it’s fuck you | 
| I’m all day plottin' on that get-back | 
| And when it’s all mapped out, you finna get that | 
| I show a motherfucker where the strength at | 
| I said I had an army and I meant that | 
| So if Holly wanna hide in California then Holly could | 
| But I’ve got killers off in Holly-hood | 
| So take your bitch-ass out to Hollywood | 
| Take your bitch-ass out to Hollywood |