Lyrics:

Don't Let Them Fool Ya
We just come to school ya
Glory Glory Hallelujah
No red against no blue ya
Uh you know, uh you know.

Verse 1: [Baby Bash:]
Now you be livin' that fast track
Chasin' that ass crack
I be makin' my money fuckin' without Jones and Nasdaq
We be blowin' on fat sacks
And catchin' amnesia with these heaters
Makin' believers out of haters and cheaters
You know that violence interrupts my dope trade
I just do the herb no cocaine
Don't be afraid boy
To be all about your bread boy
But watch that devil 'cause that devil he's a decoy
Destroy all that hate in your veins
Count your change and rearrange
Them games is played out man
Them dirty mess they want to stop it but I'm a player profit
I get the dope cook it up and re chop it.

Don't Let Them Fool Ya
We just come to school ya
Glory Glory Hallelujah
No red against no blue ya
Uh you know, uh you know.

Verse 2 [South Park Mexican:]
Smokin' smelly
I Put a hole in your belly.
You want to test us. Oh really?
Got a call on my celley
They want to bury us.
Ha, you fuckin' haters sound hilarious
The craziest, I turn the brave to the scariest
Smoke water and get wetter than Aquarius
Thuggish Ruggish million dollar budgets
I chop a bird and cook 36 Chicken Nuggets
My future is clear just like a shot of vodka
I got love from Corrpitos to Uganda
If you jealous listen up fellas
It's no problem to show you where hell is.

Don't Let Them Fool Ya
We just come to school ya
Glory Glory Hallelujah
No red against no blue ya
Uh you know, uh you know.

Verse 3: [Rasheed:]
While some niggas is stickin' with ya
Your murder is bein' choreographed
Soldier's never sleep I got your back in the aftermath
After the last laugh
When the muthafuckin' smoke clears
Niggas broke hear
Chokin' hangin' like chandliers
I bust at the man in the mirror
Makin' my face crack
But blaze that Rasheed Dope House killer
Keep it comin' back or runnin' back
With a ball and chain in my hand
Ain't no substain in the man with the vision of the Galaxy span.

Verse 4: [Low-G:]
Respect that
It's the million dollar wetback
In jet black
You cross my lane and get your head cracked
Yeah yeah ya tu sabes qien soy
Don't sweat me boy
Ya tu sabes donde estoy.
I'm on the Hunt G
The only street with the palm tree
It's Low-G
I only rap about what is done G
You can't stop me
Came to your city on a donkey
The savior I'm bringin' back the wet flavor!

Don't Let Them Fool Ya
We just come to school ya
Glory Glory Hallelujah
No red against no blue ya
Uh you know, uh you know.

South Park Mexican:
He's on crack
She's on snow
He's so old he can't fuck no more
She's a whore
He's a snitch
Most of my niggas dyin' over a bitch.

Edited by la naannccy caammaacchhooo
Song: don't let them fool ya