[Intoxicated whispering]
Nigga ran up, got fucked up
Fucked around got tossed up
Fuck around get crossed up
We burnt his as the fuck up
Ha, ha, ha

[Pastor Troy]
O.K., O.K., O.K.
Give and give in give, but that don't mean receive
The shit don't be no game, 'cause the shit that we believe
Tricks be up our sleeve, to sure to get ya weavin
This is Monday morning, found em Friday evenin'
Found em face down in the bot-tom of a creek
With shackles and handcuffs around his hands and feet
But that be too unique, so cops don't pursue me
I got millions of bodies floatin' round this Chattahoochie
Nigga arms and legs be spread out across that bitch
I'm lookin fo' head because i done lost that shit
So if you find a finger, or a leg, or a nose
See because I know where it goes
'cause I'm the muthafuckin killa

Chorus: Baby D (2x)
Nigga ran up, got fucked up
Fucked around got tossed up
Fuck around get crossed up
We burnt his as the fuck up

[Baby D]
Now muthafucka I'll kill for real, so if you want to go to war
I'll take you to war
So what it is, lil bitch, I got that 40 caliber
Now I'm commin after ya
don't even do it fuck nigga, you'll get ya shit bust
Or to be to roll wit us, or get fuckin rolled over
Oomp camp Intoxicated takin this shit over
Bitches and niggaz bow down to this real shit
Fake ass rappers get killed quick,in Atlanta bitch

Chorus: Baby D (2x)
[Intoxicated]
Now matter how you take it I'mma tell it like it is
I'll hit you with that fie-fie fuckin with me real
'cause in the battle field plenty niggaz gettin killed
Bitch I'll drill ya, what the fuck you ain't gone live, you get peeled
Fuck around get caught up, get yo ass chopped up
Fuck around with that Oomp camp, watch why'all nig get tossed up
Thought why'all nig could stop us, we commin wit them choppers
I.N.T.O.X.I.C.A.T.E.D. don't give a fuck *echoes*
Fuck nigga
Fuck wit' none of why'all pussy boys

[Dollar]
Bullets fly randomly through the sky
Dollar bill muthafucka, see niggaz the they gotta die
Got the 30, 30 with the scope, I'm on that dro
Got them killaz wit me on dash nigga, On Cambleton Road
Mista I'll kill yo ass quick, that's how it goes
Oomp camp jumpin down on ya wit 44's nigga
We gone make em bleed, somebody's got to leave
Left his head swoll, arm full of I.V.'s

Chorus: Baby D (2x)
[Naudi Shawty]
Nigga when the 9 hit ya
Spit ya guts up out ya mouth who want to die with cha
I deliver quick, Blast with the click,
ask Naudi Shawt shoulder blast man
with the mask on, cold to look we ain't gone, muthafuka
Oomp camp trunk for the toys,commin with the noise
Nigga down wit Pastor Troy
Its so large major bank that's my life
Nigga ready to let go dump,raise quickly when i strike

[Loko]
Fucked around get floorboard, fuckin round wit Loko
Fuck around get choke hold, fucked around cut-throat
Fucked around and get tossed up, Fucked around and get crossed up
Fucked around get burnt up, Fucked around and get turned up
Dead on the scene niggaz know what I mean
Fuck around with the Oomp Camp, you fuck around be 6 deep

Writer : DIFFORD,CHRISTOPHER/TILBROOK,GLENN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing