["What can I do" is repeated as a snippet to the beat throughout the song]
[talking] Asshole By Nature I see you motherfuckers just determined to make a nigga get on y'all ass roach ass motherfuckers I don't know what to do with you beat up ass broke motherfuckers see us in the streets......
[Verse 1: Boss] What can I do to get these hoe ass niggaz out my mix I'm straight from the block tryna get a brick I ended up puttin shit down with the click now a bunch of niggaz out ridin my dick I'm a slide me a bitch, sit him in the 6 put zip lock then I'm a hide me a bitch no more pride for the bitch niggaz get mad cause I bang to the left, and plus I ride when I switch stickin to the G guide line, peep them from the side line Boss gotta big gat bitch I'm a hide mine got it ready to pop and put you on the high line from my hot nine thinkin I would never pull out and pop mine bitch it's the maab, ridin our dick must be your big job I might serve every nigga standin in your squad got G's from over seas, and places apart you don't wanna fuck around put him in the middle of a 30-30 scope and I'm buckin him down 4 slugs hit e'm before he touchin' the ground I'm in love with my rounds, I be lovin the sound while I'm huggin four pounds, hoe made niggaz better move when I'm 'round before my face show a frown
hittin niggaz up with that HGC and that 2-2-3 and I'm ditchin the town
[Verse 2: Trae] Guess who the fuck-top back in the do' seperatin from the plex with a beam and a scope hop fly I'm a hit a nigga dead in his throat with a mac fully attack no force to let go might touch on a nigga like Shaq hit him in chest now he body rockin like Pat when he size up I'm a put his ass on his back have his bitch ass runnin to the trunk for the gat-where the haters at better yet nigga why bother, I'm a pain in the ass like Antonio Tarver ABN we opperate like the carter, and been G'd up since a nigga was starters North to the South, South back to the North East to the West let it go I set it off we the team of the H plus we run with the south Trae, Jayton, Z Ro the Crooked, and Lil'Boss hop in the L crank up ready to floss swoop through the block my frame ready-to-toss mouth piece gotta nigga bout to goin off cause my grill worth about 4 ki's in the south now what can I do about niggaz like these AK's to the chest will make them burn like trees forty-rounds out the clip will make them scat like fleas roach ass nothin type of niggaz gotta bleed