-Intro-Slaya J-
(Whoo) Bounce wit me... I said bounce wit me... Yeah (Ha ha. Yeah. You niggas done fucked up now. You niggas done fucked up, baby. Ha ha. Look what you did. Ha ha. Look what you did.)
-Slaya J-
I got you niggas ready to run and hide in underwear/ Open your eyes, I know you petrified/ See what's ahead, ya'll met the raw niggas, slipped through the cracks/ Ya'll been danger with one in the chamber, uh, releasin' my anger (Ha ha) You want to top that? It's that nigga runnin' with the high hat/ Multi plaques stacked at the (?) they got my game flat, cut throat leavin' you cats with mad raps/ Motherfucker, can you buy that? It's mishaps, fuckin' predators lookin' to gain/ Slaya J comin' off to say (Slaya J baby) choppin' it up, got ho's rackin' it up in the studio givin' a fuck, whippin' it up and chillin' in the cut (Chillin' in the cut) waitin to erupt/ Willin' to react, it's the lyrical attack give it up from the back with criminal tacts/ Jiggus niggas shit when I give 'em a double dose of my fo' makin' em know the realest pap (?) effort to flow (Damn) so act like you know punk, and give it up/ I don't make love, I fuck/ Lovin' the rough callin' your bluff/ Niggas will be harsh, the realer fellow like they want to jump up for me, fuck, you done up like Bang Bang! Multiple gunshots/ It's that Slaya nigga makin' the set hot with two glocks (With two glocks) Hot will you stop lyrical madness from flowin' and blowin' you niggas up in the caskets, it's drastic whenever you face death/ If you ain't willin' to die, then nigga don't step to this psychotic slangin' rocks and violent/ Bringin' the game to a cease while you niggas comin' please, and it's like that, like that (Uh uh. Yeah, yeah... What? What...)
-Slaya J-Chorus-
(If you bouncin' on that westside, you better wake up/ If you bouncin' on that eastside, you better wake up/ If you bouncin' on that northside, you better wake up/ If you bouncin' on that southside, you better wake up) What? What... Everybody. C'mon, c'mon. Bounce wit me... Yeah c'mon. Bounce wit me... Uh. Whoo!
-Slaya J-
Ya'll better focus and wise up or better get hit/ To this nigga that rips, droppin' like pigeon shit/ Comin' at you cats fully equipped (Domino you niggas) puff puff to the mist (Ha ha) to the rear to the front/ Nigga this ain't no stunt droppin left, and buttfucked pumps, grabbin' my nuts and ready to fuck, smokin' a blunt (Smokin' a blunt nigga) these shorts ain't ready for a nigga with no flaws pull em in the park and (?)/ And fuck with a lyrical maniac, goin' nuts, ready to bust (Ssss) did it like I (?) (Aaaa) my mother said somethin (?) bitch ain't no better then a trick for the dick/ How many licks to the nut, ooh?/ Suckin her boobs in ridicule outta molecules makin it feel like stew/ I'm on a short fuse ready to blow, niggas confuse wanna be a thug runnin around bullets and two's screamin "Fuck this shit you motherfuckers makin' me sick" (Ha ha...)/ I'm about to get caught up in a tongue twist if you get with these so called niggas with the radical flows, they better take note takin' Slaya J for a joke/ I provoke to smoke any nigga that wanna hit well you better get with us 100 percent, lyrics is deadly as bitches (We dogs out here, we dogs out here, we dogs)/ Niggas is always snitches that's out for my riches/ Is you with snitches? To the niggas in the gators that's comin' fictitious/ Somebody gonna die tonight, poppin' the guage/ And my nigga Boogy Nikke garuanteed to gank ya and bank ya (?) hoes feelin' no remorse leavin the bodies stiff and cold in the hole/ Make ya (?) bow wow, comin' up to change, changin' the game with my dogs now
-Boogy Nikke-
It's deja vu, me and J be through but you hatin' it/ Put my glock in your mouth and you' wasted/ Want to drop the top and lock a glock nigga? I give a fuck about a wake, we give a shank nigga/ From the north to the east, what's up nigga? Dig a ditch for a snitch and bitch nigga/ I don't give a fuck about a record cause I'm a tight cat/ I pop my collar, motherfucker, can you buy that? I don't give a fuck about how you feel in this bizness/ Darkside got me trapped as a witness/ Remember that nigga, that tatted up, that nigga, you better beware, what? As I stare up in the ass of a nigga, that killa that just don't care when I cock my fo' fo'/ Truly, that they don't know that I'm never no ho, give a fuck about the po po, blow!