[Verse 1: B.G. Bullet Wound]
I fuck with mobster n***as, kick in your front door
Deuce Clickers, Regimer n***as and the thug lords gon' ride boy
You might just catch me in Cali fuckin' with (Yukmizzle)
Or catch me deep in the valley banging [?]
But it really don't matter with [?] n***a
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler, homie
Got some little n***as, 15'll touch ya, homie
Boy, I'm bad news (Bad news)
But if you really wanna do what we can do it anyway you wanna do it n***a so (Come through)
And it ain't no checkin' my [?] (You better be careful)
Thinkin' you gon' get some bitch up out of me (N***a)
Sick of you tedious n***as and all y'all daydreamers
Thinkin' ya fuckin' with Deuce Clickers and Regimers
But it ain't no happenin' blood, we stay teamed up
Breakin' mo' clips than a clippers, ya-radda-mean, boy

[Chorus 1: B.G. Bullet Wound]
(What's your name boy?)
B.G., motherfucker
(What you claim?)
Deuce Click, Regime, motherfucker
(What's your name boy?)
B.G., motherfucker
(What you claim?)
Deuce Click, Regime, motherfucker
(What's your name boy?)
B.G., motherfucker
(What you claim?)
Deuce Click, Regime, motherfucker
(What's your name boy?)
B.G., motherfucker
(What you claim?)
Deuce Click, Regime, motherfucker
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Ey, I don't gotta rap (No) cause that's what comics do
Tech is real life, save the jokes for ComicView
You wanna hear me bust and see me on the mic, sure
Paul Wall, Tech N9ne, Fire and Ice Tour
Everready is comin', you n***as is petty as my woman
When I get to speakin' about, Tech Nina shit and get to leakin' it out
But I'mma let 'em know what the clown 'bout
Now that the n***a new sound out
I'mma get bread from the east coast
West to the midwest, n***as in down south
See me rippin' shit with Twista, if you hate, you trippin', mister
Don't you let Madden video game and movie picture get ya
Timberlake, Sharon Stone, Bruce Willis, sucker
So soo-woop, motherfucker, I'm in the loop, motherfucker
Ask B.G., Lynch, Shady and 40'll tell you that
When it come to bustin' that rap ain't nobody fuckin' with that gat
Tech Nina, I know I'm boss hoggin' you stick figures
And I know my Nnutthowze family that leak me is some bitch n***as

[Chorus 2: Tech N9ne]
(What's your name, boy?)
KC King, motherfucker
(What you claim?)
Strange Music, Regime, motherfucker
(What's your name, boy?)
Tech Neez, motherfucker
(What you claim?)
Rogue Dog, Regime, motherfucker
(What's your name, boy?)
KC King, motherfucker
(What you claim?)
Strange Music, Regime, motherfucker
(What's your name, boy?)
Tech Neez, motherfucker
(What you claim?)
Rogue Dog, Regime, motherfucker
[Verse 3: Grant Rice]
Rice!
It's 106, I'm never scared, never bitch
[?] hit ya [?]
Never miss, the shit starter
Ripping shit apart like a tornato, rip the halo off the angel
Burn [?] drayno
Eh yo
I was raised [?]
Under street lights
37 Street, [?] eastside
I'm G. Rice, that's [?]
[?] I don't know ya, nore do I fuck with ya
Jackers want my bread, haters want me dead
[?] want me in the feds, [?]
I ain't selling dope, nope, I'm only selling hope
[?] felins and [?], [?] down this lonely road
[?] change the game
Say my name [?] bang [?] bang
Grant Rice, riding with BG and Techa N9na
Them [?] out [?] up, Empire, Regime

[Chorus 3: Grant Rice]
(What's your name boy?)
It's Grant Rice, motherfucker
(What you claim?)
Empire, Regime, motherfucker
(What's your name boy?)
It's Grant Rice, motherfucker
(What you claim?)
Empire, Regime, motherfucker
(What's your name boy?)
It's Grant Rice, motherfucker
(What you claim?)
Empire, Regime, motherfucker
(What's your name boy?)
It's Grant Rice, motherfucker
(What you claim?)
Empire, Regime, motherfucker