(Thug niggas throw yo turf in the air!)
Smoke-A-Lot up in this bitch!
(Throw yo hood in the air!)
Let's kick this anthem shit.
Small time grindas, pimps and big timers
Whether it's heron or hemp wit China
I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin' vagina.
Nigga I'm always into somethin'
If I can't beat yo ass then I'm dumpin'
Give a nigga the pumpkin head deluxe
Then come back an shoot up they whole fuckin' function
We funkin' rootin'-tootin', smokin' on blunts wit skunk until a nigga malfunction
Get in the coupe and punch it
Niggas be funkin' for nothin'
Fuckin' the game, another nigga done lost his name for side bustin'
You niggas live to die hustlin', I'm fuckin' wit playas from every where
From Las Vegas to Delaware on down to there
Mackin' bitches, draggin' em down the strip juss' by they hair
Where the fuck is money? Don't go there
I leave yo ass stuck, hungry starvin' in the middle of no fuckin' where
Cut off your privilege like welfare
Section 8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay placed in Berlin
By the end of 9-8, hell yeah
Fuck off a hundred G's and still got money up in the safe
Verse 2 *(G-Mone of A-G-2-A-Ke)*
Go inside the twitchin', missin', my mission I vision the hit
Suckas keep watchin' yo mental mix is gettin' twisted
Who is this? In the kitchen wit fixings for the come up
Servin' rocks on the block till it get hot snitch we ridin' on ya
Remind ya that niggas high
If I introduce you to the ditch, you don't want to die
Who you think you fuckin' wit?
I said recognize the mutha fuckin' Mobb hoe
I don't know nothin', juss' heard poppin' by the door
Who flipped you in the river did you see G Mone in the "O"
Flippin' this A-G-2-A mutha fuckin Ki'
You best believe we rob yo spot
Why not? We Rap-A fuckin' Lot
There's no reason for us to not glock
Posted wit yo mouth open hopin' that I don't squeeze
Wit a swift chopped up to his knees
Who snuck in the gamblin' shacks
Scramblin' crack wit niggas who did more years than Geronimo Pratt
Killas wit hands on they gats, mutha fuckin' murder fo' hire
Mobb attire, pupils dialated, nigga hog tied in barb wire
Torture, squeeze a niggas nuts wit plyers
Then escape juss' like McGuyver wit the get-away driver
Live and direct from the projects that be gated
He chose to spray wit gages
Barricaded the scene, yellow tape and white chalk
Niggas who like doe, I get paid off
Deliver 'em a China up inside a Taxi honey
Task be lookin' at me funny
Know I'm a trigga happy, gats be hungry
Barkin' on niggas like DMX
And flee ridin' a BMX, flippin' GA checks at yo set
Grab the promoter by his mutha fuckin' neck
Don't be fooled by the Rolex!
Who in the mutha fuckin' hell
South side affiliated wit big timers
Killers, who live in mansions off the water
Lunitiks, shippin' in bricks after brick
200 percent, pure snow white Coca-Cola
Straight Yola all the way from the Bay to Minnesota
What you know bout, this Face Mob rida
Dumpin off on yo shit 4 and 5 timer
Yuk, I think it's time we fuck these mutha fuckas up
Show these mutha fuckas up, straight up drama uncut
They fuckin' wit killas wit seven figgas
Psychos, drinkin' the bottles of nitro
Murder up you and you we Ridaz!