Lyrics: Treal. Crunk Tested And Approved. Swang On Everybody.

[Hook:]
Swang on Everybody [x16]

[Verse: Tsick]
Don't think they ready for me, I'm on another level
I dig in hataz like da undertaker wit a shovel
When ya meet tha devil tell em' I sent cha 44in ya'
Its gonn be a mass murder somebody call the coroner
I'm'll destroy the place-n-I'm'll leave no trace-n-
Just say I'm death that sent you to your final destination
I got my list ready and yo name checked
Ya betta call the people cause yo homeboy's next
People can't understand why we doggin ya
They say them Florida Boys man they something horrible
And my click don't take offense but best get outta range
'Cause they got me hot and cuz I'm hittin everythang

[Hook:]
Swang on Everybody [x16]

[Verse: Fantasy]
You wanna try me like a busta
I be crazy hata and I'll bust ya
I don't care no fear ya punk little boy I'll dust ya
It's a must that I get cha lil boy for talkin that noise
Go ahead and go and get cha boys we got them toyz
Runnin wit tha a.k.47 and we steadily yellin Orange County
And if them bloody body It's cause a hata doubted me
Wanna try me and get yo face stomped
Down here in tha south boy we stay crunk
And if you don't know who I run wit boy
you'll know in a lil while because we getting buck
And I come from tha city where you'll get ran tha hell over
If you wanna know where my city be, It be down here in Flawda

[verse: Poetic]
Wussup nah! Got tha 9 mil fin ta bust ya head
Don't be scared when I'm bustin lead
I tow yo ass up by ya dreads
To show ya'll fools we ain't never been scared
So if you wanna get crunk nah!
Jump up and down and thump nah!
Don't run try to go get tha pump nah!
Get shot like a trick get stomp nah! Hold up Hold up
I seen tha boy so I pointed em' out
Had to grab tha black mask run up in his house
He should've would've could've but his ass ain't know
We in tha ?O? cause I'm a souljah!

[Breakdown:]
Background- Hit that bustah[x2]
Hit that suckah [x2] Hit that Hatah [x2]
Hit that fakah [x2]

[Eliseo:] Ha Hah! Dis how we do it baby down here in Flawda

Dist tha Orange Counny Commyttee

For all ya'll hataz and hoz that ack like ya'll can't get swung on or somethin

YA BETTA GET OFF THA FLOOR!!!!

[Background:]
Hit that bustah [x2]
Hit that suckah [x2]
Hit that hatah [x2]
Hit that fakah [x2]

[Background:] Jump [x17]

[Chant:] Swang on em' [x4]

[Hook:]
Swang on Everybody [x8]

[Cheeze:]
I'm tryin ya whole damn click
We bout' ta start some sh*t
And if you wanna go ta blows
Yo ass is hittin tha floor
So don't you boot up
Unless you ready to get stuck
We'll put yo ass off in tha truck
Them Orange County Boyz they stay crunk
Now you know what's up
We keep it real for eternal We keep it Treal
I guess yo Fantasy is to knock me off my feet
But you betta bring that heat

[Eliseo:]
We off up in tha club getting crunk
You want that straight up fade hell naw my click don't jump
See I'm a Treal Boy I'm from tha dirty dirty
And if you don't wanna get ya face broke I'm suggestin that ya betta hurry
We Swang on Everybody hoz and all
If I cock it back I'm'll have ta bust ya in ya nose and all

[Haylo:]
Hatahz start ta stressin when I step in
My presence be everlasting
Start to techin Who get popped in they lip
I take a sip of tha Remy then I roll
From tha breathe of my lungs fin ta let them know it's Orange County Hooo!

[Hook:]
Swang on Everybody [x16]

Everybody [x2]