(featuring Rhymes)
[Intro: sample from You got to be kiddin', hundred? Who you think we are, baggage The rate on a boat, is a thousand a night, man You know that (first you got to your way up to 500, cedigo) Ok, what I did for you in Freedomtown, what was that?
Return of the kitchen kid, the axe All I know is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya groove A hundred yukons, we all crack All my got big rank, pa, Sicily money had a bitch that got pregnant in Iraq What's the Superman money in the Ooh building A few dudes who make a lotta rules sayin' get it' Right, hair, all my niggaz is polic' You stay off the roof, or jakes see the No snitchin', this Amityville Might fuck around, get caught, or down, play position Yeah, here they come, them up, you know my status This is raw way, lookin' in his eyes, and he Yo, what's happenin'? I heard you got the back, captain Yup, all niggaz is dead, they team clappin' something He the generals plans, recognize, we going all out I might three in his man Had the look, looking all Cubaned up Don't get it twisted, nigga we'll swiss you up, what?
[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)] all day to morn', noon, night Recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Link 2, motherfucker) You all listen, pay Word to the team, we key up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker) Get ya off, playground Yo, stay out my business, you see us (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker) For all them real Cash Rule Around Me Niggaz get stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
The kid that endorse Maxmaris, shorty support Take your sweatpants off, fix mascara Four nineteen ounces, out in Long Island Twelve strong bitches that's real, who not of housing Yes, throw on them raccoon, chinchilla Let it drag on my boots, the jean leather Jog through the of the building, drop the L Got the scope on nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales Forty karat locked in, bowtie, at the Democrat party Yo, Chef, your coat, got it Coming soon, Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stance Sponsored by my in Stan', maintainin' Got the call from Young Montana, my son campaignin' Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war anything out The ring is mine, you can Roy That's when I was hit with the call, your whole is get tour rap owner, you will rip all Live the pope, and get a big hall Flipped a claren, the front, like the Jag back like the store
[Outro: (Scarface sample)] Yea, we in the motherfuckin' staircase, nigga You that kid is coming, Cuban Linx, nigga Louis Rich, the signature, (Every dog has his day, huh, You wanna job Ok, then, you call me tomorrow)