Guess whos back muthafucka big ballin ass m**n breed

Giving you what ya need yea smokin a gang of w**d

Hit them foolscome one come all

Getting the beat down

Retreat peeps feel the heat of the breed sound

Collect facts then attack like I'm suppose to

Ya boys goin aaahhhh four newand them h**s too

Its me thatwho aint never got caught

My mic is smooth as peppa with a touch of salt

Eat a book of the mark assI broke

Cause big breed can do ya why I'm smoking my dope try to cope

Catch up as this s**t gets mental this chronic got me workin my brain

I need a pencil

So I can shake and change the style but in the meanwhile

I maintain the crowd

Make moves to improve so I can get a bigger rep

The trigger finger straped I wanna see anotherstep

I play the cards and you lost mista gillagan

The mighty mad bad writers comin real again

Buck buck muthafucka right at your m**n ass

This s**t too strong for a m**n vest

So watch your chest and your dome

Leave breed the f**k alone

We sendinto the f**n cemetary

They got me thinkin sittin in the hot spot

I'm straight up havin hard times wanting me a drop top

And a phat knot I aint tryin to hear that five o s**t

I'm black and I was born with a survival kit

Aint s**t to spit in the beer that I'm drinkin

I gotta get paid I gotta get paid and thats what abe thinkin

You sleep h**s im lookin in peep

In your four head run till your toes is numb go test your broke head

Breed goton your back once again punk

Told you aint no future in that s**t but you still front

When will they relize I got the feel again

The mighty mad writers comin real again

Buck buck bbbbbbbbbIIIII

Thats the motherfuckin sound as we f**n mothafuckas down

Yeahrun but you count out race this motherfuckin bullet

Breed pull it they cant fade you boy

Once mo toe to toe I don't think so

Bird sales and knockinout like ridick boe

You aint the play you know the play well dont say s**t

Get'em and find your ass gettin off the pathement

Wavin the s**t begginto just straight quit

But f**k that a hard head can get aass kicked

I aint lettin up for none son uh I'm comin real again

Yea m**r how you wanna play this s**t

We can go toe to toe glock for glock block for block

Homie for m**n homie

But you muthafuckers gonna feel thisthis time

Cause we aint comin back with that old bullshit

Its too many m**n dead

For me to be takin this here bullshit

Thata why theres muthafuckers in the pin now

So pull or quit that bullshit

Cause I dont wanna hear that m**n crap

Comin real againthought I told you muthafuckers

I thought you knew

Its the m**n real s**t

Muthafucka one hundrend percent athentic

Type of s**t you get chronic out to know what I'm saying

So do me a m**n fava and light another m**n blunt

You know what I'm saying a blunt muthafucka philly sytle

Know what I'm saying chronic

I'm talkin bout layed out played out phat f**n funk

Yeah this that kinda s**t we kickin in the nine tre muthafucka

So all you m**n big ballin ass gangstas

You put your m**n hand on ya gat

And if the police roll up and say turn it down

You burn it down mufucka

Cause we comin real again

Ninteenthree boy real again and grabbin steel again