[Hook]
Lemme tell you niggas what you niggas don't know
Lemme tell you niggas what you niggas don't know about us
Lemme tell you niggas what you niggas don't know
We the Shoe Gang and we taking over shit, fo' sho'
They don't know, no they don't know
No they don't know, no they don't know
They don't know, no they don't know
No they don't kno-o-o-o-o-ow know
[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
I'm the constant thinker, I'm the squad's logic seeker
It's my job to see the big picture like Roger Ebert
I'm the kind to squeeze the ringer with a calm demeanor
Beer guzzling, champagne poppin', I'm the vodka drinker
I'm from the Boondocks, but I'm more Huey than Riley
More likely to quote Nas than Neitzsche, Cube than Gandhi
I'm a leader but I'm more Malcolm, less Martin
And I don't listen to gay music, except Marvin
I'm what this market's missing, barge in, just been starting shit
Yeah arsonist shit, I'm a key in the game, it's a car ignition
I always stand by these bars like a guard in prison
I'm Harvard smart, partly narcissistic, what artist isn't
As far as bitches I ain't nothing like y'all dudes
I turn down the bitch like I'm adjusting her volume
I'm Irving on the Sixers, yo in case y'all forgot my name
Truly is Julius, named after Doctor J
[Verse 2: Demetrius Capone]
I'm the nigga you love to hate and the nigga who love to hate you
Thug angel, plus my anger is unstable
I love the Lakers so much that I'll fucking fade you if they lose
I'm the one you should pray to, I'm the one to buck Jesus
I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem
I wanna fuck Nicki Minaj without a fucking condom
And I ain't lying, call it what you wanna call it
But I'm a sexpert, sex fiend, I'm a fuckaholic yeah
Women want my kids but I don't wanna invest
I'll never marry a woman but forever I'll love her to death
I don't smoke marijuana and never get drunk in the Nex'
I don't bang but my cousins be causin' because of they sets, yeah
My top 5 dead or alive, I'mma list 'em man:
Crooked, Pac, Cube, Jigga, Em, nobody sick as them
I never had a father, James was in the wind
I guess I'm just like my father, a hidden gem
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kenny Siegel]
I'm blown, wondering if niggas notice I'm gone
Peep through the windows of my soul and see no one is home
Internet asking where we from and if we banging and what's going on
I wonder if these niggas know that I'm grown
This is Shoe Gang even when my mood change
Fuck what you claim, I'm bout making new change
But if you looking for something to trip over, call me shoestrings
We can boom bang up to you man
Pencilin' portraits of people for paper is what I did
A little after my first time raising the gun
So I guess you could say I've been drawing since a little kid
And you can be gone if you don't like who I've become
Yeah, a sex addict with a hate for rubbers
Man, just ask one of my baby mothers
Damn, no matter where I go I'm always good
Cuz South Park knows Kenny always in the hood
[Verse 4: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
Dice is the loner, I grew up with nobody
I don't like nobody, but nobody with nobody
Except a bitch with ass, I only fuck dime bitches
And I'm quick to show a bad bitch my nine inches
When I was young, my life was in shambles
That was way back when Dice was just Andrew
I used to gamble with dice and I was nice with it so now Dice is the name
The same little nigga that used to slang white to get paid
Wait, I got pills, got weed, got liquor too
I don't drink or smoke, nigga but the bitches do
And I don't listen to rap, cuz all you niggas too whack
I don't fuck with new niggas, I thought niggas knew
In Long Beach, yeah we used to shut them all down
That's when they wanted me and Crook to rep Tha Dogg Pound
But this the COB now, verbal axe murderers
Dice is a gangster nigga, go and ask murderers
[Hook]
