Verse One: Faroole
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Puntland side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on TFG niggaz fucked for life
Plus Farmaajo tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Shariif dameer and Shariif Sakiin some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Shariif Xassan, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the Puntland side ride tonight (haha)
TFG murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see...
Grab ya glocks, when you see Faroole
Call the Amisom, when you see Faroole, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit em' up...
Interlude: Faroole
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!!
Verse Two:VP Gen. Abdisamad Ali Shire
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Shariif dameer just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Ibbi need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Farmaajo weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, I'll smoke ya Shariif Sakiin in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I push packages every hour
and hit em up
Chorus
Verse Three: Faroole
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz livin bummy why you're fuckin with me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Shariif, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up
Verse Four: Gen Ilkajiir
I'm from las qoray, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas to 'De Janeiro'
Farmaajo, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Puntland mafia click movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
Verse Five: Gen Siciid Dheere
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Abdullahi Yusuf approach the scene
Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em up
Puntland hit 'm up
President of Puntland dee 
