Pick up trucks  
 Big yay  
 Mac 11s  
 Thrust out hoop  
 Bad hoes  
 357s  
 I heard the word  
 Powder head  
 50 grams  
 I'm in the cradle slangin'  
 Billows and cocaine  
 I fit the lamer  
 I admire ya  
 Scrub you to death like my  
 Pit bull terrier  
 See I got something for all y'all  
 Wanna be stalions  
 It's the magazines  
 Black stallions  
 Every numbry  
 Every punk  
 Have you ever seen inside  
 Of a Regal trunk?  
 My life is worse than any hand in poker  
 Come on and pull me bitch  
 I ain't no joker  
 I ain't that nigga that rap  
 But don't want nothin'  
 Saying he never had nothin'  
 So he don't need nothin'  
 Watch him blow holes to his salary his whole round  
 Pop a clown  
 And leave him dead in this dope town  
 And after that  
 Beat his head with a pipe  
 Kill for the hype  
 Kill for my strike  
 I ain't Jamaican but I  
 Get a pussy oil (?)  
 Left him cold  
 Take his soul  
  
 (chorus)  
  
 We in the notherfuckin paint  
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,  
 My nigga Nino in the paint  
 Big D, he in the paint  
 I'm in the paint...  
  
 (Verse 2: Wicked)  
  
 Met a pair of the dank  
 Keep seeing myself  
 In the bank  
 Yeah i oughta' get a full-time  
 And do the right thing  
 I got a full-time  
 Slangin' cocaine  
 My brain's fucked up off them  
 Sniper nuggets  
 Late nights fuckin'  
 And wicked(!) book it  
 See a bumper in the hood  
 Won't be faded  
 man it's fucked  
 'Cause I made it  
 See killin's what we do  
 In the dec  
 See killin is normal  
 For respect  
 I gotta grind down to the local  
 See some work that I got  
 From my uncle  
 See my whole family  
 We in the paint  
 You wanna trap in my hood  
 But you can't  
 Pick up trucks  
 Mac 11s  
 Plushed out hoops  
 357s  
 Quick to bust you  
 With this black stallion  
 And falling victim to a trigger  
 Of a little stallion  
 'Cause them young boys  
 Be weedin' and dustin'  
 Instead the cops  
 Are being busted  
 They call this schools  
 Got them filled with greed  
 But a bitch don't know me  
 I'm hard to read  
 When a bitch don't know me  
 I squeeze with speed  
 When a bitch don't know me  
 I fool the breeze (?)  
  
 (chorus)  
  
 (3rd Verse: Nino)  
  
 I lifted two 'keys  
 But both of them were fake  
 Fuck Nino couldn't tell  
 Even if he checked  
 Hop in the hooptie  
 Headed to Augusta  
 Lookin' for my man  
 The perfect busta  
 Check his dough  
 I got 36 for 2  
 Send some real work  
 Back to my crew  
 Back down the way  
 I heard them niggas want game back  
 Catch you like a scar  
 I'm gonna crack your head with a car jack  
 See he forced that judgement  
 I know you want it slower  
 Heard about two killings I did in  
 Colordo  
 Picked up bad habits  
 When I was younger  
 My pops always told me  
 Get a fool's drama (?)  
 But I'd never thought  
 He'd take this shit this far  
 Killed a motherfucker outside a sports bar  
 I ain't even flinched  
 He hit the road  
 I shot him again  
 Then took his gold  
 You know my Wicked  
 He saw the whole thing  
 I told you before  
 357s  
 Pick up trucks  
 Big yay  
 Mac 11s  
  
 (chorus