Verse 1 - Earl Solow
The motherfu--in’ Mac-X Crew
Comin’ to a burb near you
Aye wassup
I say, what the fu-- up?
We jus’ some hard niggaz
Come wit’ it if you think ya bigger
Or chill the fu-- out ho, take a swig of swiss miss
Before you make it on my motherfu--in’ shi- list
Solow’s still down with the Egregious I
Don’t make me have to grab my motherfu--in’ gun
Why the fu-- you punk motherfu--az gotta come wack
Cause you know our shi-‘s where it’s at
Earl Solow sayin’ slash and maim
I’m like Bill Clinton, it’s time for change
Motherfu-- the wack
I ain’t walkin’ on no tacks
I ain’t doin’ a motherfu--in’ thing
‘Cept sittin’ around and waitin’ for this phone to ring
Chill wit’ the incredible crew
Pump the bass, fu-- the treble fool


Verse 2 - GMNT
Click clack
Wi-wack motherfu--ers get slapped
I love my niggaz like Regis love pregnant white women
So fu-- with this shi- if you wanna meet your end
Or step back, we can be friends
You won’t take the bullet for me - bitc- I’ll shoot you where you stand
Cause you obviously not family
That means you the enemy
Psycho Deuce has merged with the E
And that forms the MX-C
One more time, you need to get the fu-- from around me
Your stupid as- can’t hang with suburban commandos from BG
Matter of fact
If you think you can
Come and try to take mine
Motherfu--er I ain’t hard to find
I park in the same parkin’ space every fu--in’ day
And I drive my as- home one of three different ways
But you mean-mugging, frontin’ tryin’ to make it a game
I’ve go no reason to lie and no time to play


Verse 3 - E Luv
Motherfu--az must not see
The need to not wanna bleed
But that comes with the territory
Whence fu--in’ wit’ the E-L-U-V
And you know what, I gotta extend that to the rest of the family
Def Mute Records is like an ice cube made out of gasoline
We’re undeniable, we burn goin’ in, we burn comin’ out
Why do you doubt the clout?
I been in the game for 12 years, niggaz still trippin’ off o’ what I said
For the past five years, motherfu--ers wanna see me dead
Yo I didn’t get none of this song the first time
But fu-- that, it’s time to interject my rhyme
I spend so much time at work, I should pay the place rent
VoiceCrack laced another beat, niggaz walk away lookin’ bent
They just couldn’t handle it
Why you wanna fu-- wit’ us, fu-- you bitc-
Nobody fu--s wit’ the crew
Too many connections, too many different states - you’re through


Verse 4 - All
GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er
E Luv: It’s the war chant!
E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180!

GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er
E Luv: It’s the war chant!
E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180!

GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er
E Luv: It’s the war chant!
E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180!

GMNT: Meat locker, hurt (DJ VoiceCrack: he-- yeah!) locker - stomp the motherfu--er
E Luv: It’s the war chant!
E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180!

GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er
E Luv: It’s the war chant!
E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180!

GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er
E Luv: It’s the war chant!
E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180!

GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er
E Luv: It’s the war chant!
E Luv and Earl Solow: Fu-- them motherfu--as 180!

GMNT: Meat locker, hurt locker - stomp the motherfu--er
Earl Solow: Strife, I’m bringin’ it around baby