[Talking]: Those yellow vatos try to diss Front Yard Ballas? They're craazy!
[Talking]: Alright, get that beat up, and let's diss these yellow bitches...
[Intro] 0:29
Ey yo I take my motherfuckin' glock-glock
Its Bullet' nigga I roll to your block-block
on your door: *knock-knock*
balla out the lock-lock
get my gun cock'd-cock'd
P-S-R: Another day another buck-buck
See me arriving in a army truck-truck
"P" to the "SR" back in this bitch motherfuck-fuck
[1] 0:51
All those record companies go to hell nowadays
Their owners leave 'em and prepare for a runaway
only PSR speeds up to that higher point
started off without even one dirty lil' coin
but now the whole world got infected
because this flow is everywhere respected
We grab our heat and empty the whole clip
And we send your niggas to a long trip
These are three holy letters: P-S-R
And I'll bet you wont forget who we are.
[2]
When I step on the scene I make your self-esteem collapse
We catch the mic and put our fucking name on those maps
All ya niggas embarrass yourself with your raps
Fresh ass niggas with them dark blue PSR caps.
I murder competition even if there's no need,
haters stay silent when i make those niggas bleed
We spit lyrics and quickly take the lead.
I brought respect back to LS's rap... Ha-Ha.. Look what i did.
We make the sky burn, deep in this night
And now look w'sup.. No haters in sight!
[3]
Yo punk motherfucker never prevent us of doin' or thang.
Criticize or our rap And listen to my click-clack-bang.
But why's that? That's cuz we got some mad clips,
We never give a fuck, just sit back and smoke spliffs.
This is what the fuck they want, and this is what they get,
Fuck with Bullet and I'll turn to dust every nigga from yo set,
Provoke the kings but don't cry when you hear the rat-tat-tat-tat.
Wanna rewrite my vocabulary, but how you gon' tell me "dont say dat"?
all you gonna do is feel the destructive power of my gat,
listen what that hater gotta say n then blast dat cat.