Yeah (y'all niggas is crazy)
Don carta' bomb harder (we makin' a bomb mayne)
Terror squad, what, what? (hey yo, uh, ye-yo, terror squad)
Don carta' bomb harder (suave house) what the fuck?
Violator, violator! yeah, uh, yo
No heart, that's why them other niggaz foul
Eight hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the a.t.l.
At 12 up in the gentelman's club
Where you ain't fuckin' nothin' less you givin' up dubs
Feelin' the love, from tha killers and thugs
Players and pimps, ladies and gents, swift in the butt
Not givin' a fuck, that's the life I live
Trife like this, blow you up wit yo wife and kids
I dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal wit her
16 shot meal getter, that's why I'm still wit her
For real nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me
My squad be bringin' more "havoc" than "prodigy"
Ain't no stoppin' me, I got killers that'll pop for me
Run up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli
With no apology, yo blocks'll be my property
Cop a seat and watch the terror squad prophecy
[Chorus]
(this is for the heavyweights)
Make no mistakes
Thirty six O's is my favorite kind of cake
(this is for the heavyweights)
We runnin' from jail
Stackin' that mail, tippin' the scale
(this is for the heavyweights)
Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice
I'm so big, niggas see me twice
(this is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that don't play those games
You got beef with us, nigga say our names
(this is for the heavyweights)
Hey yo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice
I'm so big, niggas see me twice
(this is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that don't play those games
You got beef with us, nigga say our names
Yeah, yeah
Take it to the next level, Joe, crack and big ball
Blaze up the hay, one two, mic check y'all
All been warned, this heavyweight combination
Connected in the disclosed location
So niggas won't be runnin' up and make me have to slug at, above that
Part of yo' body where your bulletproof hug at
Rugrat, you better find some mo' kids to play with
Three titanic niggas, we ain't got to say shit
Our way shit, do some real make em pay shit
Them niggas wit me that don't rap, them the one's that spray shit
Pop pop, with the chop chop, out the drop top