Three in a half years if they catch you with a gap
All that mean now that niggas is shooting back 
War some I got the taste for out on bail where the guns and the one I got the case for never can tell what I might do I’m nothing like you pull my dutch
Out on your night booth pull my nuts out on your wife in the mic booth situate with her at the end of the night to those was the happy days these the
Real years niggas is

Brain dead shit bags and wheel chairs for the record I don’t give a fuck
Who your team is you don’t want it with me because I’m an extremist hun
COCK YOR SNAP BACK BRANDED READY FOR WAR TAKE SIX 
FOR THE TEAM A DUNK TO EVEN THE SCORE I’M AN EXTREMIST
WITH TWO LOADED JUGS IT’S MILK FOR THE RECORD
(SCEET, SCEET)


LET’S HAVE SOME FUN MY JUGS STAY READY MY NIPPLES POINT
YOU’RE THE ONE MY NIPPLES REALLY MISS YOU THEY LOVE YOU’RE
TONQUE BOLO YOUR PICTURE CARTOON YOUR FACE I’M AN EXTREMIST
MILK ALL OVER YOUR FACE MAY DAY MAY DAY MAN DOWN MAY DAY MAY DAY I’M IN YOU’RE TOWN MAY DAY MAY DAY IT’S GOING WILD