[Intro: RUBY DA CHERRY] Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah [Verse 1: Papa Pine] Live from the sewer to the gutter DIRTYNASTY$UICIDE be the mold on the bread like butter From that triple dollar sign Grey blade cause a leak from all up under I'm Papa Pine and my stain is on fleek, motherfucker Gotta bust a shot upside my fucking head, blunder in thunder Got a hunna on the self-sustaining gunner, one bun up in the oven Got a bitch switchin' the covers, I'ma duck her Pull down the shutters, the number one stunna [Bridge] The number you have dialed is not in service at this time [Verse 2: Germ] Up late tweaking, lit like hero hunter, ugly motherfucker With the hold up, hoe, let me hold that throat Run up in your motherfucking pad full of dope Hall for the lords, am I liking it right? No way too flame for me, it's your faithful Shade what I face, and now look at my feet when I shit you, bitch I'm ready for whatever, kill me now, don't kill me later Bitch, I'm solid rockin' diamonds that yo momma was poorly lackin' I'm the fucking captain now, tossed a couple of bodies overboard I'm the tackle overlord, hoe [Bridge] The number you have dialed is not in service at this time [Verse 3: $UICIDE CHRIST] Empty bottles on my table with some residue Been choppin' pills and shootin' boys since I was twenty-two Heart got colder, I got older, developed a motive Bound for Angola, trapped in NOLA, no head on my shoulders Riding 'round with a pistol, to some, I'm a symbol Stuck in Limbo with my kinfolk, tell death to be gentle Let's just end this life, just end it right one to my temple That when I worship [Outro] We're sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time

[Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH] Aye $lick, it's yo conscience See you buildin' up violence, you itchin' to murder Itchin' to murk 'em You know what I gotta say, "kill 'em all and get locked away" Kill yourself and just end this pain, you gon' burn in hell anyway Fuck the preachers and what they say Grip the A to the K, and then let it spray Grip the MAC, grrat! And just go insane Grab that bitch, fuck her once, and don't ever call Get that money, then you say, "fuck 'em we ball" They don't want you to win, just always fall But I'm tourin' for spring, summer, and the fall Wake up and pop me a Adderall Wake up and pop me two Adderall Got the sticks, and we don't let that ladder fall [Verse 2: 7TH WARD LORD] Back in New Orleans Back in the rat trap, always stormin' in the springtime 7th Ward in the storm like a bathtub below a plug with the chord in Looking gorgeous when lightning strikes, don't let the whore in Bitch, I'm recording, red light Ruby with a groupie when he tourin' in the foreign But when he in the 7th, the Lonely Lord is reborn into his final form Heart stops like a red light Lead pipe, bash in my skull Smoke a rock of crack, glass in my gallbladder Cock it back, headlights Eye contacts very important when you drivin' around in the storm Ridin' in a Corvette in the 7th Ward, with the 7th Ward Lord (Uh) The blood has been poured on the mud Now we gorge on the flood, lit the torch with the rub, yeah [Verse 3: Germ] Ran up on ya, drugging Slowly shovin' percys in my mouth Told you, "I'm losing it!" Clutching the chopper, bitch, ready to eat some shit Catch me in traffic swervin', chuggin' 40's and bad decisions Packs of bitches, fuck, I love 'em Fuck 'em, duck 'em Bitch, I'm runnin' through bodies of oppositions Taking my position is not existent, bitch, I do this Ruler of the Misfits Kickin' shit over, out of order Lurkin' Northshore's shadiest Droppin' bombs where your city is Respect for nobody, no fair ones I'm calling it now Not fucking 'round with loaded hammer I load the Trey-Five-Seven, let you lay long underground Whippin' the Rover in Boulder I'm smokin' the finest While your high school sweetheart handle my pipe like a thief in the night [Outro: Young Thug] I'm a thief in the night I'm a thief in the night I'm a thief in the night I'm a thief in the night

[Verse 1: Germ] Ayy, proceed to dunk, my flame is up, to light my blunt I gives no fuck, like Trump and such Can't kill the Stanleys, think I'm shit and I will steady flip Bodybag a bitch, drag the bitch Boost the Lambo, hit another bitch, I'm losin' it I roll out the Wards you thought you beat last night Yo' packs ain't stinking right, not moving right, trust in my pipe Fucking rockheads stole my skill saw knife Probably killin', willin' to catch a million Body this slut from Brazil and shit, pussy bald like Krillin Draggin' my balls across her chin and shit [Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW] Feels like I'm fucking caged in! Straight outta bed, outta meds Outta lead, to blow the fucking back of my head out! Get the fuck from 'round me, I get no pleasure from drama Before you ask for money, first, let me get an accountant They say "more money, more problems" But problems is not an option Got off the dope got suboxone Went from toxin to toxin, went from lethal to legal Turning people to junkies, so now they look at me funny, huh [Verse 3: 7TH WARD DRAGON] Eight bar shawty, let the dragon chew Pop a band and then unzip a bag or two, lick a hit of acid Hit a lick, I'm packing rags and tools Traffic crashes, looking chromatic, I'm back in rags and jewels Gag and drool (ayy), yo bitch think I'm a savage too Smoke a pack, I know it's bad for you Let my lungs go black, I'll hack up another track or two "Why you mad?"—bitch, I ain't mad at you Ruby da Cherry, I'm scoopin' the berry The coupe full of boos that's about to get buried, fuck yo attitude

[Intro: Lil Ugly Mane] I'ma let the Uzi sp— I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit Turn his face into gooey shit I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp— I'ma-I'ma let the Uzi spit Turn his face into gooey shit I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp— I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit Turn his face into gooey shit I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp— I'ma-I'ma let the Uzi spit Turn his face into-into shit I'ma, I'ma— [Verse 1: Germ] Runnin' through bags full of choppers, totin' that drama Hopin' these crumbs don't want problems 'cause I don't know where to solve 'em I just might bag and rob 'em, flamin' revolver Came with the flame, no game He play, no way, I gets no pay Fuck out my face, I needs the throne I need the throat from your hoe, you know how it go Step in the game, sippin' on pain My mind is all gone Not lookin' for ways to stop all the fame from tryna fuck my funds up Run 'em up, and let the guns up Hoe's face like a dump truck, but I still want my nuts touched —Still no fucks, bitch, get bucked [Bridge: Lil Ugly Mane] I'ma, I'ma— [Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY] Uzi be that grey primate Fucking with the Grey*59? I'mma skullfuck you Like I'm banging yet another prime, mate Bitches in love with the Plague (ayy) Always wan' suck on my aye (K) Bitches in love with the Plague (ayy), pussy gon' come my way Ruby get a mill', pussy got a skill Ruby gon' chill, pussy on my grill Ruby scrape plates Pussy gon' spill, but their heart gon' break Rib-ripper got beaucoup chest pain I'm a gorilla, 'rilla, fist full of banana clips, let the shit rain Grey showers, I'ma bathe all day Uzi Loogies cover Ruby, burn his body, spread the ashes in the lake 7th Ward Dragon rises from the ashes, breathin' flames AKA Yung Plague [Hook: Lil Ugly Mane & $CRIM] I'ma let the Uzi sp— I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit (Yeah, yeah) Turn his face into gooey shit (Yeah) I'ma, I'ma, I, I— [Verse 3: $LICK $LOTH] Uzi spit, thirty clip Percocets, with the sticks, snort it just to feel the drip Paint yo' ass like Trasherslip Pistol grip, fall in line Acid up and down my spine Fuck a Snap and fuck a Vine, turn this bitch to Columbine Red dot, red dot, ducking from twelve, I only do headshots Straight drop, straight drop Sippin' the mud, I only sip red drops Still depressed and don't like the preps Still hit the 'jects and get a pack of dope FTP on my bullet vest Still failed the test, but you see the glo'

[Intro: Lil Gin & Lil Keke] Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Dripped out! Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most Dripped out! Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most [Verse 1: YUNG CHRIST] Lord of doom, king of gloom Slowly crawlin' out my tomb, find out where you staying, fool Cock it back and spray the room Bloody murder, I'm the serpent out the book of Genesis It's for certain, close the curtains, you won't live to see yo' kids You ain't drinkin' Actavis, you are just an actor, bitch Yung Christ the immaculate, ball my fist up—smack a bitch King of the shit show, welcome to death row $UICIDE, you know how it go, hoe But I ain't Lil Germ though, God of the infernos [Hook: Lil Gin & Lil Keke] Dripped out! Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most [Verse 2: Germ] I fucking love it, the smell of rubbish Ain't no discussion 'bout my decisions in public Just let me run in gunnin', front him, go lucky, faggot Smacked him in the face with a pack of acid I'm trippin', but she said to pick my head up Pickin' up drugs that's gon' keep me numb from the dump Hand on the pump, thinkin' 'bout callin' it off Family problems, just a bunch of motherfuckers lost with no cause Loogies from the Uzi leave ya' oozin' Shootin' movies, left her with no jacuzzi scene in sight The five, the eagle gon' bite Ridin' 'round town with a fist full of spite Bitch, just kill me now, 'cause it's gon' be over Ran out of options, just kill the rodents [Hook: Lil Gin & Lil Keke] Dripped out! Niggas on banana peels always gettin' that bullet drill Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most [Verse 3: YUNG MUTT] Uh, six blunts and they all for Mutt, give none to the sluts 7th Ward where I cut up guts, nugs up for the pluck Eighth of bud, fucking roll and puff Now I'm soaked in Tuss In the Rover Truck, servin' hoes with lust Throwed, I'm swervin' curves, I bust on curbs on purpose Learn to trust the serpent soaked in blood Potent rust encrusts the Shogun's blade, but now it's broken up Coke and dust, lil' bit on the razor when I opened up my wrist My bloody fist is fucking cold and I'm numb [Outro: Ross Kemp Extreme World] "Why do you think it is so violent? Why is it so violent in New Orleans?" "Shit man, fuck, it's violent 'cause fuck—they don't wanna give a nigga no fucking job, ya' hear me? They look at a nigga they like: "fuck, you a hoodlum", ya' hear me? So fuck, if you don't wanna give it to me, ya' hear me? And I'm tryna do the right thing, ya' hear me? Fuck, well fuck it, look here, I gotta go take it, ya' hear me? Fuck it."