Bustaz Betta Make Way

(Hook, Guy talking, repeated numerous times)
 You broke rule number one
 Do not, do not, do not
 Do not, steal, from me
 (Verse 1, Koopsta Knicca)
 Kick them bitches out my business trick
 The Koop is somethin' for 'em
 A motherfuckin', a nigga 'noid
 I'm knowin' I gotta touch 'em
 Knowin' I gotta buck 'em dead
 Now buckin' bitches heads
 Got me runnin' from the fuckin' Feds
 Kick it wit' my dreads, all years
 And still been on them slabs
 Ya say lil' Koop ain't comin'
 Climb mine, I'll be damned
 Ya clown, just gain some inches
 'Fore you get sprayed
 Scandelous since that kinder-creepin'
 Koopsta Knicca kick it wit' the motherfuckin twelve-gauge
 I made 'em face the grave
 And laid his shit right down my nig
 I hit him real quick, then counted up my dividends
 A rebel's in me, got me sinnin'
 Nigga why you grinnin'?
 There's no forgive-me's
 Tell me, should I let you keep on livin'?
 Grab me a four, kicked in them doors
 Like the night before
 Or be hard hoodly, lookin' in the mud
 Body sore, broken skull, ho I took your life
 Six-hundred six-six-six
 Census of a judgement night
 (Verse 2, Koopsta Knicca)
 I got a knock on my door
 Man, who is it bitch?
 Is it my niggas from the motherfuckin' triple-six?
 Get out my head, I'm scared
 Know soon, you might be dead
 Don't make me cut you in dreads
 Since that a homested
 To make a pimp-tight fright-night
 We cut them bodies in chunks
 Though, by a butcher-knife
 I buck 'em dead on the double
 Cause I don't need no trouble
 Man what the fucks a muscle
 To a playa body's hustle?
 My Glock goes pop, and pop
 And make them niggas drop
 To my motherfuckin' "Stash Spot"
 The Triple Six Mafia in this motherfucka
 Wit' my nigga the Koopsta Knicca
 We doin' this shit for all the niggas who stay down
 And for all the niggas who couldn't take it
 The shit just get thicker for a weak nigga
 Triple six, triple six, triple six niggas
 (Hook, Guy talking, repeat to end)
 You broke rule number one
 Do not, do not, do not
 Do not, steal, from me