Yeah, that brand new rebel I.N.S Back on the set, shit is off the dial Shaolin style, better hold on to
Yo, S.I.N.Y. and what, hit 'em Hit 'em low, head or gut, yes, us, And next trucks, flesh plush, land extras Cess, dust, whatever get you up
us, get crushed, next up Better luck, we off with jet thrust Under pressure, they take the head rush Talk to me, go and the walk through me
Or yours truly, will screw you like a groupie War duty, after I'ma call Suzy, cutie She'll do me like a movie I thousand degrees, nothin' match me
You think you out of my league, now how can be? Son, you my lead, playin' the back seat Y'all dicks like a taxi, it's like that we go
I roll fat, a stash (It's that) Home girl, blowin' my (Like that)
We boys in the mist of the (It's that) We big boys whippin' them (Like that)
We up late, from Jake (Like that) And got money to make (It's that)
now until we finish the game (Like that) The world gonna cherish the (It's that)
Downtown, blowin' my sound, out your Alpines Feel me, I did it for dough, this ain't rhymes Cash on delivery, not leavin' mines Face tried to powder my shine, it's time
To politic, the clip, bust off the hot shit this, monstrous hit, and stop ya gossip I rep, you expect, I took a set back Crept back, nursin' my wounds, for get back
Forced to the pain, make 'em say my name Rings have changed, shinin' like I'm Rhames Or King James, hustlin', I sling Sting lames, this money makin' things
I bless heads, push past the macs for dead, raised by the wolf packs Black hoods, with the wool hats Draw blood, don't even gats, it's like that
Aiyo, y'all better kick shoes off And on in
I fat, holdin' a stash (It's that) Home girl, my jack (Like that)
We boys in the mist of the (It's that) We big whippin' them toys (Like that)
We up late, runnin' from (Like that) And got money to make (It's that)
From now we finish the game (Like that) The world gonna the name (It's that)
Aiyo, is all for my metro card one dollar cab niggaz Niggaz who walk here and all the Who stood on line in the rain the bouncers Who let the thugs slide, on, come on
The watch, y'all gon get ya teeth knocked The heats hot, bustin' til the beef Preach not, our goal is to the top drop, I light it up and clean shop
Built with better design, clever Tech nine, light years, ahead of my time And I, with, criminals who talk shit We talk business, the blocks is our
Many have come, few that walk this Roam too far, catch like a cordless I'm off this, a broad, beyond gorgeous lost, dippin' in twin Porsche's, it's like that