wet town anthem aye from southern California all the way to that upstate jungle mojado gang known to quick to let them shots rang never in the air take aim watch as your brains hang dont bang if u can't hang ilearned to slang at a young age a back pack with a 20 gauge stress bag full of shake and a couple foil made sacks of crank only 7 shells raising hell on earth  lil nigga believed i was cursed schools n teachers labeled  me as  the worst troublesome fatal attraction bitches come a dime a dozen hit in run than fuck her cousin never make assumptions left hook gave a few sucka niggas concussions juvenile hall to the county bailed out fuck a bounty wetemup vms.mojado gang yo hood lousy ggv think u roudy action speaks louder than words dees niggas mouthy penitentiary boundaries life of crime stick n move turn down for nothing real stay recognized pull ur card like a dealer fake niggas bluffing get the snuffing stuck around like bubba gum run em muck a sitting duck never always clever mouth peice smoother than leather on my mind high measures mind of a menace no lesser I remember dope Fein's asking for testers I'm like a pirate captain hook got dees knocks hooked I need my treasure money n murder applying  presure pain before pleasure pull up in a stolen truck  a bad kid on the run looking for  a come up aye I'm on a mission my ambition you can't fuck with to murder any competition never let any sucka knock me off my position I stay low key a silent creeper watch ur self take ur soul like a reaper a different breed I'm like a creature] stay out the game it gets steeper every  step you take it gets deeper you should of stayed in school in listened to your teacher I'm like a preacher from the depths of hell that voice in your head telling you to go ahead n do it the world is yours Persue it mind of a menace )aye lord knows only lord knows thuggin in the streets any thing goes no rules apply to no one you owe you know better have that dough every body different wen it comes to dough pay back slow got word ducking n dodging tryna lay low bad decisions you chose only lord knows if you thuggin in the streets wit no heat bang out lockt out acting out you tripping n slipping blood dripping layed out in the street with yo brains blown out