We Gon Delete 'em

[Verse 1: Juicy J] I put out serial killer hits, David Berkowitz D.C. sniper, no politics Just hollow tips Comin' from my whole direction I ain't the mailman, but I will send a message Gansta shit is on a whole 'nother level shit Wipe out your whole family, Charles Manson bitch Milk carton missing, they put out an Amber alert I've been the realest nigga in it since child birth So call the police cause you niggas know me I got killas from my hood and they hungry And they paid in full, 75 racks This year I'm laying the smackdown, Project Pat [Hook] (x2) I came up from the streets nigga with the street niggas My team winning we dont accept defeat nigga We treat haters like drums we gon beat'em They say the wrong words we gon delete'em [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] Yeah, I'm in the booth with Juice J up in this bitch No escaping the whip I'll get you stomped in a trap Double cup, pink stuff, stink stuff, think tough? If you want to bitch, pardon the strape Pointing mine at any target I'm at Talking like he shouldn't breathe any longer than that Walk in Militia with me and carbon and gat Niggas so milk til I carton the cat Wiser now with an Einstien, four five nines They got me with a hypnotized mind Sippin mine purple as wine thinking my dime grind all the time Its the time look at the time run Rhyme looking at lines cooking to find mine Ground drips and the shine crooked as crime I'm on 1 2 3, eh fuck it I'll run 5 They gave me the ball straight then caused it to line drive You haters is all late, I'm reppin the 3 6 Bronx all day, YMCMB bitch NYC to the Tennesse bitch, you a fuck nigga blame it on the Hennesey bitch M-Gang, ask 'bout the niggas he with, Hash, Coke, Pop Dolla$ is with me bitch I be on the street you be on that street shit Young Money Cash Money til I'm in a deep ditch [Hook] (x2)