They shook us, they wanted to do us
like Pop, Biggie, and Vickie
I throw molotovs through church windows
about your little dirty broke filthy
Bum ass niggas they wanna kill me
But can't get the drop on my team,
Guns go pop with the beams,
That's right behind your forehead bone,
Whoever like psycho, we psycho
I grew up with some white boys,
with those under our clothes
Still growing up in the street
with those under our clothes
runnin' through the globe
Catch me up in the iPhone,
Bout to pop it off with somebody else's
we the best in the street
And it ain't no game, fuck out our way
Be you crippled or bleeding, BG or OG
And when you see my gang,
You get slayed, we get paid
To knock out cowards way,
Okay, there's no way you gon' win
like deads in the wood, we wolves
We never good, hungry and never full
Stay scheming, see it in my pupils
Got the munchies for this cash
Of the good shit, y 'all smoke garbage
Thanksgiving niggas, we carve em
Ain't nobody God out there
Tooth and nail for this paper, we starving
Y 'all yawning, we restless
Ain't no use in tuckin' that necklace
We saw that, and we on that
a motherfuckin' storm that
Give me whatever type of paper
we the best in the street
And it ain't no gang, fuck outta our way
You get slayed, we get paid
To knock out Coward's way,
You gon' win against the infamous team
That bullshit, that's that bullshit
We on that Queensbridge bullshit
That bullshit, that's that bullshit
Recognize that project blood shit
That bullshit, that's that bullshit
Get up on that brand new bullshit
That bullshit, that's that Cook shit