I told you a long time ago you fucking little monkey, not to fuck me
Ayy, ayy, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh?
(You wanna fuck with-)
Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?
Do you wanna go to war? (Nothin' but a half a mil', we build)
You wanna go to war? We'll take you to war, okay?
For real, y'all
Takin' you on another one, son
Uh, Julio Iglesias
Makin' cream like that nigga

Yo, first of all, son, peep the arson (blaow)
Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark
Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture
Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
Then I react, like a convict, and start killin' shit
It's manifested, the God's work like appliances
Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences
The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow)
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?
While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (cash rules)
Everything around me, black, as you can see
Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree
Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
You adapt like a flashback, chain reaction
(Lace 'em niggas, son)

AK's black, bust back like seventy MACs
I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black
Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see
Marvelous, menace for society
But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
I max the most shotguns through the nose
Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot
The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lie and shit
And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal, foul
Fall through, child was wild
The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love, kid
No, I'm not doin' a bid
Too much to get for what 'cause six niggas got stuck
And the nigga chain was truck?
Yo, fuck that, criminology rap
Sneakers stay jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga
(Bring it, yeah)

Much love go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Spirit Music Group, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Corey Woods, Dennis Coles, Leroy Burgess, Patrick Adams, Robert Diggs, Russell Patterson, Stuart Bascombe