my niggaz r crszy 2 my niggaz r gone 2 run up in ur home 2 tie up ur mom 2 nigga its on alla my niggaz bombs tic3 they blow nigga its on we cant find you coming for ur mom couole grimy niggaz dont care thete gone there with the shits like sittin on the jon get the drop on u there coming thru strong couole cut throat killax with gunz n they palm thell throw bullets at u like nigga go long any time them killaz might pull up on lawn havem outside ur door like a welcome mat ill bring u smoke like im sellin crack if ur mom at the door that bitch smacked she be like pls dont hurt me i gotta bad back tell me where ur son at or u dead thats facts these r crazy niggaz not maybe niggaz cook u like fries withno gravy nigga serve like a full course when they pull torch shot gun pump blow ur ass right off the porch i aint lookin for five mics up in the sorce im tryin to put five bricks up in a porch