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