Ooooooooooooo....killa(x2)
  
  If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
  Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
  But when you come just bring your guns witcha
  If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha
  So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
  Swang them thangs, bang some brains
  Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same
  
  Step and you'll catch some buck shots
  Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
  Mo thugs whats up nigga get dropped
  Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now
  Nigga that I thug wit' kill
  Pop to tha chest how does it feel
  And nigga we peel caps
  Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
  Killin' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would
  Try to get some, redrum, bitch
  Nigga don't test my hood
  
  A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga
  Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch
  And them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with
  Them niggas off the 9 9
  The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every time
  Nigga beware cuz here come the Clair
  Mobbin' like them soldiers
  Watch me fold ya
  For actin' like somebody never told ya
  So off we go, to the bloody row
  Tryin' to blood some souls, with that nine shot
  Givin' props to the double glock
  
  Pump pump when I let my shell down
  Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
  Ya reach for the gauge and mash
  Yell out 187 and blast
  Nigga don't test nuts your luck's fucked
  You feelin' up right for the bone yard
  Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift
  Then comin' up blow your whole card, bitch
  Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's
  We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop
  
  You better be ready for this thug style
  Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
  We straight up the glock glock
  Well don't get your wig's split now
  East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darkside
  Betta grab your pop, niggas be
  Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out
  187 you're caught in a murder
  Niggas up to no good
  Uh oh, fuck no
  They never could fuck with a thug ho
  
  Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x4]
  
  Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas
  Rippin bucks up bloody clothes
  Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down
  Buckin' them coppas down
  Round after round after round
  Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
  Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
  I guess you got ta suffer
  Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
  They made your body
  Once you hunt my victims on a mission
  Flippin' livin' on a darker side
  Creepin' on your homicide
  Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
  Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
  
  Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my pipe
  Thuggin down the double glock
  Tryin' to get my serve on
  Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
  But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
  Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
  We jumpin' up rough from the hood
  We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
  Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll
  Know we willing and able
  Rollin' with Ruthless bitch betta check my label
  Murda dem, never come again
  When the scandalous niggas set up
  Bloody nigga trues be on my level
  Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto
  Nigga don't take the wrong turn
  or you will enter the hood and were spittin
  so cover your dome
  At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
  Cleveland Browns
  Dogg Pound hoes, it's on
  
  
  Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player
  You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch
  Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
  Leavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what
  Don't make me go in my trench
  Nigga ya got me bent
  All fucked up,your luck's up, you gotta get sent
  To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin wit those...
  
  It's them thugs runnin' amuck,
  on none but a slug all up in the territory
  Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
  So where you at where you at
  I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back
  puttin em Koolaid hats
  In ta the graveyard
  Pumped up betta get down
  Thugs'll be glad ta tear around
  Foe sombody gets fucked
  Ya still don't want some bitch but what the muthafuck I wanna
  Wham ya wit a tec-9
  Now bitch press yo luck
  
  Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x16]