[Featuring Raekwon The Chef]

Yo man what

Yo y'all niggas know

Yo you know all that bullshit man

Yeah some niggas don't even

These niggas man

What's the matter wid these niggas man?

Nah man I'm puttin this shit up

Fuck dat man

Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again

I know how to do that man don't even play wid

me like that Yo

Verse 1:

We spit rap and fire brown paper bag

gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map

floss that anything yell endorse that

Electric company money honey Gin Romie wrap

'em like a mummy his style bummy

Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix fly

deuce flicks new and improved clicks Wu-kit

Blood on the barrel of a desert out in the desert

no shade'll live in my square blow the present Clue

Red meat Shallah want adapt to collect acting like you

iller on some serial killer you wack duke shirt off

react like I'm bagging up stabbing up what collect

a brick pop shit in the six trunk

Nah nah man, Nah man you wanna have that shit again

Why you ain't taking this shit to be something that

it really is man?

This you life man,

Shoalin and desert storm

This mic man he he acting stupid on me man

What What What

Verse 2:

Yo, Aiyyo, yo

Moseyin thousand dollar uniform you want

Celine Dion chickenheads yo straight out of Houston

Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us

Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us

Creepin' through the halls on a keyboard

Friendly blessed dress and all Fendi

voice rock don't offend me intimidation make

me blow for the station rep for one nation

Ghetto bust like revelation, analyse

losin'