[Hook: C.Ray]
See how we came to make shit bang
Whether you're cripin', bloodin', pimpin', thugin', servin' the fiends that yang
Yeah
See how we came to make shit bang
Whether you're bloodin', cripin', puffin', sippin', chronic and Alizé
Yeah

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Hit em in the brain!
When n***as already bang on motherfuckera so lethal
Run up on anybody wolfin', I'm finna be puttin' a foot up in n***as, murderer makin' 'em feel evil
The life I teach you
Mind filled with sick thoughts but I see my no equal
I've seen people
Die in the middle of their life now there's no sequel
Move into the hallway quick
Doin' like everyday all day shit. All 'dey wit
Twisted Insane 16 in the wind and it all 'dey shit
Pull up at the river when I toss that shit
Back to the spot to get off of that English
I was on Venus
Dreamin' that I had an alien bitch fuckin' suck on my penis
Hop in the 'Lac through the back throwing
Straps and the brain full of yac like fuck
All of these n***as. Pull up on a corner right
Here and test 'dey nuts
Bodies is fallin'
The lord is callin' it's time to leave us
Who do you believe in? Jesus!
Well it's time for you to go bring me Jesus!
N***a now leave us
While I sit back and sip of my brew
I get too much love anywhere that I go and
That's whether you Crip or Damu
Who would have ever knew?
That this 40 oz brew would have a n***a hella ill
I will just call your bluffin' if you actin' tough for me
There's nothin' for me to just kill;
But n***a that's real!
[Hook: C.Ray]
See how we came to make shit bang
Whether you're cripin', bloodin', pimpin', thugin', servin' the fiends that yang
Yeah
See how we came to make shit bang
Whether you're bloodin', cripin', puffin', sippin', chronic and Alizé
Yeah

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
I'm all in
Motherfuckers better fall in
Mind but'chu run about the time
When i'm comin' through your line
Just to fuck your bra skin!
Mind feelin' like a load of rifle
Spiked with a little bit of nitro
Typed in the middle of the night kinda like a
Base fiend wit' a pipe; so psycho!
Drunk wit' a
Gang with these killas' who split n***a's brains
We punk with a
Trunk full off
Bullets that wizz through the wind like pew!
Then bunk wit' her. Mmhmm
They can be fried like burgers and fries and hot grease
Not me. I be in 'da in wind like the
Little tin man on Monopoly
Oh
And they call me a loose cannon
Mind's hella fucked up but I do damage
Cuckoo for cocoa
Like Randy Savage but I eat a n***a real quick like fish sandwhich!
Wasn't like I needed Peter Parker in the dark;
What the? Oh shit, hold up right there
*Phone Conversation*
Hello? What's happenin'?
Dey's here to pay you 1000 more for one more show
Oh yeah come through it's all good
Alright
Okay for sure!
*Hangs up*

Look i'm right back in, oh look
Now who would have ever knew?
That this 40 oz brew would have a n***a hella ill
I will just call your bluffin' if you actin' tough
For me there's nothin' for me to just kill;
But n***a that's real!

[Hook: C.Ray]
See how we came to make shit bang
Whether you're cripin', bloodin', pimpin', thugin', servin' the fiends that yang
Yeah
See how we came to make shit bang
Whether you're bloodin', cripin', puffin', sippin', chronic and Alizé