[Intro: Killah] Yeah, uh-huh, yo, yo
Killah] Portable DATs, headphones El Dorado's, thousand bottles, get blown Diplomat Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks, out Blondie Slide me, we wrote the bowl, we the magnets Man handling mics, wool scarves, Knievel bikes, I like eggs in my rice Circus money, the Staten Island funnies Eighty seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for Do it for games, cases, battle for bitches Million cribs, grandfather gamble those wit ribs, yes he did Life is wonderful, fly rooms, brass brooms Catch me in the city of Watts, out with Doc Doom Slide you, thirty six to the hip, you Neo it to me G.O., the block we spot V.O. Live at the handball session, Wimbledon's them, my throat is the top session for men Rap graduate, seen through the that was used by dopes Fuck around and get for three notes And fuck bitch ass alligators When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge, my man's dough us
Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces, colorful Slapped up bouncers, Ball like a unit, fly fragrance, Rarely out of spaceships, many fakes got We all pornographic, made mortals Leanin' on walls, leather's on, ballers Maybe lenses, sprayin' out of sixes, Christmas money Vicious drama rip bitches The rich version of black, skyscraper Wu belt makers, show & prove all my shit match Tri-colored diamonds, color five All kinds of iron, Swiss cheese, yea, big boy, we