Sosa
O Block
Bang 
Lets get this shit jumping
Get these hoes bussin
Niggas sneak dissin
Well they aint sayin nothin
Them bullets get the touchin
Them veins get the bussin
Cause bullets come a dozen
And they burn like a oven
Im a sick mothafucka
Loud beat my robatussin
And I cant keep count of these bitches I be fuckin
Ill shoot a nigga down
Bitch Im kinda off, I grew up in this shit
Goin by what I saw
Alotta real niggas they was gettin money
So now Im on the block nigga rain, sleet, or sunny
OTF run it, I fucks wit Young Money
I make one phone call yeah Cortez he comin
Wit the Young Money, Kush stankin like onions
Edai you been my nigga, introduced me to six hunnid
D-Rose what up, you scoring shit I hear
Keep ya head up out here, Every year is our year
We, kinda fucked up
Niggas aint fuckin with me man
You dont want me to come through and make the scene very scary, baby
Free my nigga Juice
Free my nigga Top
Free all the guys man
All My Ls niggas
All My Wiic City OBlock Niggas man
All My front street Glory Boyz man
Ya know. OTF bitch
All my young money niggas man, All my 300 hundred savages man
Bang