[Verse 1: Sean Price]

Listen, motherfuck you and whatever you stand for
Shoot the club up, leave blood on the dance floor
N***as can't score, the game is fucked up
That ain't true, Ruck, that's just your dumb luck
Stupid ass n***as, Ruger blast n***as
Roll the kush, light it up to and pass n***as
You still ass n***a, shoot the fair one
To constitute your style I got the right to bear guns
So I walk around town with the pound strapped down
Back a n***a down, slap him with a round
N***as claiming they kings 'til I clap in in the crown
Now he the court jester, we laughing at you clowns
Laugh now, cry later
You kiss my ass goodbye but I'm back, hi haters
Welcome to Bucktown USA
Where I slap n***as using the trey-eight all day