Usual Suspects Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. ​b-flat, Calico, C.O.S. (USA), Crookwood, D-Dubb, E-Moe, JV, Loki (USA), Low Down, Phonk Beta, Tall Can & Zagg)

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Calling all Siccmade riders
Usual suspects
Report to the mic room
Let's do it like this

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
All it took is a half teaspoon of salt, half teaspoon of baking soda
Bitch ass nigga, move out the way, we taking over
Like Takeover Entertainment
Matter of fact, my niggas in the house, we 'bout to tell you how the game went
But if you would give me about thirty more seconds, so I could touch niggas like greeting cards
I'm a lethal weapon and I'ma creep with weapons like Saving Private Ryan
Niggas'll have to recognize, if they don't they probably lying
They got too much pride, trying to get twisted up like greenery
Socking niggas up in the crowd like bing bing bing-bing bing bing bing
It's like that, nigga, real gats
And I got that all-black thing in the back that peels caps
And I'm still that nigga in black like Anerae
Fifty sack of bomb a day and it's all to the face, nigga
Nobody, no case, nigga, quick to replace niggas
Spit hot heaters all at your face, nigga, clips split them

[Verse 2: E-Moe]
I'm the E-dash-M-O-E, don't nobody know me
I can run in their house and kill their whole family
But uh... I refuse to lose, paying my dues, singing ghetto blues
Counting my twos and fews, knocking out fools and crews
Because if they knew I ever had it, shoot me up with automatics
We mob deep like Havoc and Prodigy, how stupid you got to be
Fucking with the best, represent the West Coast
I'm tryna be cool before I hit you in the nose
Case closed and red roses, split your head like Moses
You know this, I keep a strap in my lap when I'm at a show, bitch
I take a ho in the back and let her know, trick
This be the city of Sac, all the way to the "O", bitch
We out here taking it back, you heard that, motherfucker
You ain't fucking with no suckers
Ain't nobody out here doing this can touch us