The Peckin' Order Lyrics

In the deep and dark bowels of the underworld Order must be maintained Without a strict and unforgiving chain of command Chaos is inevitable
Whassup youngsta? Since you the new booty, and don't know nothin' I got to show you bout the peckin' order It's the order in how we do things and move things
See, somebody gon' tell you what to do After I tell that motherfucker what to do It's the peckin' order It's the peckin' order
We got the power to make you niggaz sour Big fish whale like Ichikowa, steppin' out the shower It's the peckin' order, ask ya daughter how we peck Inspect, high class ass to projects
Push my Lex through the California rain, gutter lane Infamous schemes on the brain For my connect gang, put a strain on every link In our chain, that's right, we all get arraigned
Takin' sworn notes to makin' c-notes Knowin' all the while that bullshit floats and niggaz don't So nigga don't, gangsta paradise ain't nuttin' nice Yeah we livin' so trife we need Jesus in our life
It's the peckin' order It's the order, how we do things And move things Only fuck with the true things
Havin' heavy intercourse with the world of depression Messin' with the wrong bitches never learn our lesson Stressin', no guessin', never question Even when we playin', we testin', confession
Do you still wanna meet where the killers eat? Held accountable for anythang you repeat It's the peckin' order, ask your daughter how we peck When we smoke you, it's your best friend you suspect
It's the peckin' order It's the order, how we do things And move things Only fuck with the true things
Now c'mon, come on potnah, c'mon (It's the peckin' order) Fuck that, I don't wanna hear none of that shit man All that cryin' and beggin' and shit
To be honest wit you that shit really don't even Affect me in no kind of way potnah You wastin' your muthafuckin' time (It's the peckin' order)
Let's get this shit goin', let's get it over with C'mon back here, back here I can't make no motherfuckin' mess right here Check this out homie, make it easy on yourself
I know you want a motherfuckin' open casket Where your peoples can see you and kiss on you But you gon' piss me off And I'ma blow noodles out your motherfuckin' head
And ain't none of that happenin' after that So, c'mon back here, c'mon, right, c'mon, ay But you know One more thing before I do this
It's the peckin' order It's the peckin' order It's the peckin' order