Ah, ah, yeah
Come on, man
Diane's
Boyz, the label niggas
Yeah
Oh, shit
Ha
Yeah, they ain't light that up
for you, look at them
Okay, why not?
Yeah
Oh, shit
Ayo, yeah
They couldn't touch me with
a ten -foot pole, pole
Pull out the billy bat, all of them roll, roll
They ain't crooks, man,
they fold like books, yeah
Them fake niggas,
caught up on the hook shit
Them shitey fuckers wanna get me
for the gittin' gittin'
They all departed once the bullets
started spittin' spittin'
And I ain't give a fuck who them
shits was hittin' hittin'
Cause everybody up inside
the spot was shittin' on me
They said I couldn't make it,
I proved them fuckers wrong
I keep money, smoke guns,
and once again it's on
Chill, kid, before I slap the shit out ya
Or better yet,
before I slap the fuckin' kid out ya
Listen up, fuck what they talk about
I need no security,
I'm not afraid to walk the route
Let's put this music out,
and build this family up
I got a bowl of trees as big
as a stanley cup
Motherfuck
Back in the game,
niggas bring the real shit
Official teammates,
that's who I deals with
Fam I bills with, let's get the dough now
We got the skills, money, power,
and the know -how
Straight movin' it,
Texas what we flirtin' with
We do a thing in this head,
what you workin' with?
Oh shit, the team's getting their love
Party to this boy's face,
where's the rap drug till
I...
Niggas talking like they ready
for the dry mills
You fuckers really need
to recognize that I'm skills
Put that ass on, help you last long
People say well you're
as good as your last song
Well throw my shit on,
I stay with some new shit
Fifteen bottles overhead,
that's how we do shit
Clear them tables out,
freaks get the freakin' on
We do this shit all weekend,
all weekend long
Oh, he speakin' wrong?
He'll get tooken care of
His shorty tried to warn him,
but yet he couldn't hear her
She's duct taped up, he'll escape, what?
This track we got for
him, layin' in the spy form
It's that cat that runs with
the big boys
Holdin' big guns, still pushin' big toys
Crib lookin' shady, I hangs with the lady
Why you up inside my town, man?
Who fuck is payin'?
Ay yo, put the mic up louder, louder
Yeah, ay yeah
We back in the game,
niggas bring the real shit
Officially teammates,
that's what that deals with
Pay my bills with, let's get the dough now
We got the skills, money, power,
and the know -how
Straight movin' it,
chicks is what we're flippin' with
We do our thing up in this here,
what you workin' with?
Aw shit, the team is gettin' the love
Everybody's with us, boys make noise,
the last drug dealer
Aw shit, came with it,
bag it up and stepped with it
And what I did with it, choir
that's kept with it
I runs with big niggas,
Queens official crack stars
Something about them boys,
they only like black cars
Tented out, smoke comes
out when they jump out
You don't want us to pull what's
up in the trunk out
Ho niggas, before me and
my boy used to rap
We used to fo' niggas, ho niggas, you know
Till the money comes,
basically niggas know where we from
South
Jamaica,
Queens slum, don't get it twisted
Them queens niggas get dope
Some hustle, bust guns, some spit flow
People no cheeks, no bullshitting
Cheeks hitting in the party
with his boys
Making noise and free -skitting
Spaz out, let's represent and get bent
The message's been sent
Yo, yeah
Let's get out, not try to tell it man
What you say cousin?
Ayo, we back in the game,
niggas bring the real shit
Official teammates,
guess what that deals with?
Pay my bills with,
let's get the dough now
We got the skills, money, power,
and the know -how
Straight movin' it,
takes us what we flirtin' with
We do our thing up in his head,
what you workin' with?
Aw shit, the crew's gettin' the love
Parties with his boys, makes noise,
the rap drug dealer
Thank