It started out into a one lock down
waitin to use the fuckin phone
me and paul in a hopeless cell
waitin to get a fuckin bell
some people think 2 on 1 is just a place for cops and robbers
niggas still smokin weed constantly, passing dollars
mase in yo face when it's time to get buckwild
'cause lawyer fees are high as hell
payin these can't even help my trial
So while I'm thinkin to myself
a nigga walked right up to me
lookin me up and down wit a frown
smellin like a bottle of Crown
'cause this hoe gone make me make the news
for shankin niggas in the neck
but I dont give a fuck
whippin guns and takin shoes
he threw up a gang sign
I turned my back didnt pay em no mind
he threw it up another time
and when I looked around again
I said yo whats up fool
is there somethin that your trying to proove
I aint wit that gang shit
he smiled and fired up a Kool
walked a little closer to me
I'ma pull them dreds up outta his head
he didnt show no violent act
but in a low tone this is what he said

[Chorus]
Killa, Killa, whatcha gonna do
on the 34th floor they got them G's claimin true
get blessed in the red, I get blessed in the blue

So whatcha gonna do, young killa
[ScareCrow]
Ya gotta have somebody watchin somebody else
and them watchin somebody too
while you watchin everybody
'cause they ass is out to get you
no matter if you
in the dope game
or the rap game
or what situation
you hear my friend
there is no such thing as a fuckin friend
mabey you got to get them secretly
they out to get you
cant no love be in yo heart
by the way fuck these hoes too
you know they just as devious as ni-gga-ros
that ho don't love yo ass
and fool if you was broke she'd blow like smoke
And fuck these police ass niggas, snitches pull the sword
Stab you in ya back for a muthafuckin re-ward
junky muthafuckers sittin down at the precinct
On the realla man, this game is so filthy
Lookin at pictures trying to damnify a nigga
And everybody guilty, niggas talkin trilly
so keep next to clip see
'cause fuckin wit niggas you will end up in the state pen
man trust is somethin that I never had much faith in

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
they said somebody done dropped the time that these
yeah, aww shit they tryna blues up on my candy
playa hatas can stand me
and now my burbons on the record at about eleven
in the back of the car, Im hope'n I see tha 9-7-11
45 they done brought that dog
I heard a roomer that damn hound done found my stash
me and Crunchy eye to eye while chris be snuffin in dro
fo I done had for juice a blow
and a infa red on my 40 and a glock
this shit was foolin around for while but now it ain't so fun
aww fuck, we on our way to da do someone
but little do they know ben's made friends
I had to spend plenty of em
but we ain't seein no payin at least this shit

[Gangsta Boo]
Nigga let me ask you are you really down wit yo game
or when you get locked up do that shit change
Now I'm comin real, tryna know the deal
bout you killas, are you just them shiesty niggas
that hang around drug dealers
when yo ass be locked up
ho, do you be like doin chores
for so cockin that you in
like VDs and bite lures
let this lady kick some knowledge
for niggas thats full of flodgin
Its garuanteed to get fucked up
by the real bosses killa killa killa
Whatcha gonna do, is yo color red or blue
You fucked up, you gonna get stuck up because you ain't true
now yo ass done bought a one way ticket to a burnin hell
For that simple reason, found you shakin, bleedin, in yo cell

yeah for you niggas that's thinkin that 2 on 1 is a joke
you muthafuckas (watch you back nigga)
(a muthafuckin game)
a nigga need to work that trunk ho
rock man, rock man let me get some rock man
(rock man pass the muthafuckin Kool-aid bitch