Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Yeah, yeah

No reason to stop, ahThat shit just flowin′ like water

Let it float

Bruce Lee said, "Be like water, flow like water"

Just coast

Don't even think about that

Hip Hop′s back

Esco, they know over 808's or fatal over samples

I go yayo, crack music like the yezos, I'm plugged in

Jumper cables, trap, bumpin′ like pre-Nato ′70s

I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos

Godfather, they on payroll, they on go, when I say so

Not to kill, not a halo

They gon' build, plant tomatoes in the field

Now, those Jada white negotiator on the phone

Talkin′ paper, office hours all day though

I'm from the hood that started the YERRR (YERRR)

Go and check and do your research, I started the surge

That big necklace shit

After the ′80s, after Rakim, I resurrected it

Chest is lit, freezin', I′m polar vortex in' it

Got it, quiz me, am I gonna step from the business? (Uh-huh)

A lot of fillings in this game like I just left the dentist (sheesh)

Without a numbin' needle

I feed the people ′cause I love the people

Two series at once, yeah, let′s run the sequel

If I really got it dumb it down for some of y'all

That′s that Magic and KD at the same time

This ain't a Dumb or Dumber sequel

Jeff Daniels, Jim Carrey′s my mans (yeah)

But here's the plan

Multitasker, I don′t need an OG pass

See my trajectory is everlastin' like Curtis Jackson

Hit 105 and did a crazy tirade

I'm surprised that I acted that way

A baby MAC-10, on my yak shit

Carhartt in the cold

Don′t get confused or used or let them bother your soul

Rap what I live, I sleep good, I have no vendettas

We the reason you spell "NY" with capital letters, listen

And for those who want my position

You gotta step inside a time machine, come back with a vengeance

You should go study my analytics

I shouted people on verses that ain′t deserve it

When it's turf shit, I stand on business

Shout to the ones that hold and gave passes

Could′ve been a lot of grave full of caskets

Damn, I'm a good guy, for that, I think I′m blessed more

All these Fredos could've been added to the death score

There′ll be second line dancin' on St. Charles street

New Orleans band was jammin', playin′ a raw beat

They gon′ miss him, sad, they say they stopped his heartbeat

Like his arteries clogged from feastin' on some hard meat (haha)

Innocent victim

Stick ′em, get 'em, book ′em, good you got 'em

Glad you took ′em, black and wasn't lookin', headshot

Drill shit up the pole, peel shit, .40 Glock

Kill switch, run, bitch, you still hit

Ratpack ′em, jump ′em, gun butt 'em, rub ′em

He fight back, snuff 'em, this shit ain′t 'bout nothin′

You saw it but you ain't seen shit

This is Queens shit

No ifs, ands or buts in between shit

It's 50, nigga

You already know how I get when I get on my bullshit (ha, haha)

Niggas tweakin′ and geekin′ (uh, uh)

Southside, nigga, QB nigga, yeah

So what we gon' do? Where Jungle at?

What we gon′ do?

We stayin' in here? Or we goin′ out?

Shit, we should go out, we rich as a motherfucker

Esco, they know over 808's or fatal over samples

I go yayo, crack music like the yezos, I′m plugged in

Jumper cables, trap, bumpin' like pre-Nato '70s

I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos

All I see is a bunch of Fredos

All I see is a bunch of Fredos, all I see

All I see is a bunch of Fredos, ha

Ha, ayo Fif′ (G-G-G-G), I might put my next album out on G-Unit

You let ′em slap you around out here

You can't let ′em slap you around out here, it's bad for the family

They put a hand on you, you put two on ′em

Oh now, fuckin' Fredos

One thing I hate is a fuckin′ Fredo

It's bad for the family