N****s want what what you want now
Operation Lock shut n****s down
Nothin to gain n****s want war with my gang
I'm gunnin them thangs have you slumped up in a Range
How do you die once I swing the iron at ya'll
My riders'll swarm Don be the eye of the storm
'Cause when it's my flow ya heart froze poppo
Expose the 4 grip apart though you not know
F**k with my dough kick in your door 20 Roscoe
You think it's a game Hot Ones'll burn you in flames
Got little hands but hold the gat with ease
Ain't much to adjust pull back and squeeze
Flame On Chandon never get it mixed kid
Shots from the cannon'll leave a n***a twisted
One phone call cats is done for
You want war see 4 4 with the pump saw
Floss One Don
Let me get 'em get 'em
Floss One Don
Let me get 'em get 'em
Floss One Don
Let me get 'em get 'em
Floss One Don
Let me get 'em get 'em
Now who we be
Fly n***as
Who we be
Fly n***as
Who we be
Fly n***as
Who we be
Fly n***as
What
Who the f**k is ya'll n****s no name n****s
Live off the strip with ya man 4 main n****s
Is ya'll insane n****s tryin to rule the streets now
I'd be wrong if I cocked back two of your peeps down
Fall asleep now I got killas on a pay roll
Staight four from the trey eight o kay bro
Hot Ones is well connected like cable
It's hectic when the Tec spit
Don't move you catch it
Get in beef with me now your peeps'll be found
F**k beatin down he havem' meetin the ground
In front of his door step been waitin all night
F**k black I'm comin to kill him in all white
Cocked hammer blow five at him on sight
If not hit him I'm droppin my gun and we gon' fight
Get a brick flip a brick go plat s**t is sick
Rather rap game or crack game Floss ridiculous
Raised up in stories Cristal and gators
Ecaped through the block now love us or you hate us
Rappers get shot down whole lotta haters
Cds or tapes the only way to play us
Girls they'll talk that he say she say
Freshed up more kicks than Eastbay
We stay breakin 70 always on the freeway
But the cops say boy take it easy
My name is One I'm tryin to lock the game
Uhhh a lot of haters tryin to block the game
Uhhh too hot can't stop the game
Used to be in the streets and pack pain
Ay yo stop One but I can't son
Smoke branson three young n****s tryin to blow like Hanson
Fitted to the back red and blue band son
Some cats can't stand him
But d**n them
