Who?

[Intro: Bullet]
Bring it
Cell Block, Twin Gats, Full Clip, Foe Foe, Lil' Shank, Bullet
Jeremy, Psychopathic Rydas
Nipples, Tom Dub, all up in that bitch ass
Bubba Dub, Double A
Stepdirt, Jump Steady, Billy Bill, Tom K
Mike E. Clark, Jason, Dougie, Psychopathic!
(Bring it to me)

[Chorus]
Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody!)
No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody!)
No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody!)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody!)

[Verse 1: Foe Foe]
Back the fuck up cause y'all ain't got shit
Representin' the street killers my whole clique
Where the bitch? We run hoes for all they loot
And when my money ain't right yo
Believe we down to shoot
Different day, what, different bitch
And at least once a month, my whole entourage switch
Hands down, motherfuckers, case closed
Psychopathic Rydas got all the hoes!

[Chorus]
Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody!)
No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody!)
No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody!)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody!)

[Interlude: Bullet]
Everybody that's down that is...
Hey yo Full Clip, bring it to 'em!

[Verse 2: Full Clip]
Ooh who's that? Clip from the Rydas
Dumpin' out bystanders at the cops behind us
Ooh who's that? Your motherfuckin' killer
Pull out my nine and blast you in your grills, yeah!
Oooh who's that? The winner of bread
Put your face on the curb and kick the back of your head
Oooh who's that? Hatchet representer fool hood in a black truck
Ryda 'til I die, that's who!

[Verse 3: Lil' Shank]
I don't give a fuck how many caps they peel
Fuck they crew and all they motherfuckin' homeboys frontin' like they real
I got the hollow tip bullets for that Teflon vest
Blow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chest
We ain't afraid to make the hammer go cock
Just to erase a couple of wack motherfuckers off the block
Leave you layin' in a pine box with roses from your crew
Pause for a second, check yourself, and ask who!

[Chorus]
Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody!)
No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody!)
No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody!)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody!)

[Verse 4: Bullet]
You saw the show? Say I didn't rock it
I'ma jab a stick in your eye socket
I'm through tryin to prove myself all the time
I'm the motherfuckin' shit, bottom line!
Fuck this tryin to impress y'all!
I'll wear a half shirt and walk a fat bitch through the mall!
Shit, I don't pick and choose my freaks
I'll fuck a crackhead with warts on her buttcheeks
And I'd still be the shit like that
Fuckin Yokozuna ain't livin this fat, baby what!
Ain't nobody bad like us
25 drunk Ryda dawgs in the tour bus

[Outro]
Who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody!)