[Intro: Lil Debo]
Yeah, this Lil Debo 2 in the house
This shit goes out to them prejudiced ass white folks
Not the cool white folks, and don't rob the black folks
I'm outta here

Project Pat don't give a fuck!

[Verse 1: Lil Red]
Lil Red is fully strapped, I'm with the quickness
And if I gotta buck 'em down to the ground you'd be my witness
I'm fealin' no heart of a hoe in a female and we poppin' n***as to dirt
The trigger will sprayin, her body start layin'
Stop playa hatin' n***a, get hurt
Red is my name, with this blunt in my hand, understand, I will make a lil' stang
Like a messed hooker so thick
And thе weed in my nose, got me goin' insane,


[Verse 2: Lil Nut]
Bumpin' on somе really hot junts, chiefin' gotta get my high
Scopin' out them bustas mane, it's time to do a drive-by
Pistol play, whatchu' will say, mane I gotta kill you trick
Cruise to your block, we gettin' off, dump your body in the ditch
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna' shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this pimpin' finna do the deal
Ridin' in the soft dog, smokin' off some red huff
Fingers stickin' lickin' off some chicken, papers everywhere
Shot up a victim, tryna' take me down for body assault
Trick, that shit ain't over yet
Try runnin', I'mma spray my all,
[Verse 3: Z-Dogg]
I wonder how we gonna die, will a n***a shoot me in my hood?
Six n***as deep, ridin' in a blue Fleetwood
Hangin' out the window with that nine cocked back
I'm runnin' and duckin'
I gotta reach the house, so I can get my gat
I reach the house, grip my gun up off the shelf
I'm thinkin' of a murder, a gangsta livin' by his rep
I got my nine loaded up with the instant clip
But if you slip, I'm gonna let this nina rip
I got my mask on my face, so I won't catch the case
Z-Dogg is in the house for the '96, increasin' the murder rate

[Verse 4: Lil Debo]
I got my nine in my hand and I'm ready to roll
I'm ready to go kickin' one of these lemon ass n***a, though
Flaugin azz n***as, killin' meats in the city streets
Talkin' bout they fuck up, but you know that they on, G
N***a give me some, puttin' some in my fuckin' hand
Let me work some of that dope, so I can get the bigger man
N***a, you wouldn't give me nothin', so I had to sat the thang
I'm callin' my roadie Debo, now let's go and get 'em man

[Verse 5: Big Debo]
It's all right fool, chop you giant ass n***as down
The big D-E-U-C-E is constantly makin' hits
Test a man with a full clip, one in the chamber mane
Spittin' more lyrics, than a number two [? class, I'm ready yeh ?]
Yeah, I got 'em, catch his ass with a clothes hanger
Nuts deflate, pour his blood in a strainer
I'm steppin' on toes in '96, takin' on bullshit from yo' bustas
Miss out n***as, revengin' now ain't that a motherfucker ...
[Verse 6: Big Hill]
Put a ten up in this bitch, a full metal jacket ready to click
I'm full of that brown, killin' for a high
Look in my eyes, nothing but drive-by's in the Northside
Some n***as don't look surprised, mama cryin'
Baby got popped with the nine, now I'm doin' time, that's my kind
But what? Real n***as don't give a fuck
You buck, we never duck, we keep bustin' 'til we struck

[Outro: Big Debo]
Yeah, this Debo number 1 in this junt
If y'all lookin' for some playas
Come to 3398, Overton Crossing
At the Gimisum Dungeon, bitch!