Never turn down, we rejects Whole team shooting fouls, got three Everybody with us at the bank, cashing so deep, looking like a V Neck
Where'd I get all bros? Not my dad But looking for new talent, check the wanted ad So many friends on the side, the boat's tipping Get into an accident, I got some organ Every time we hit the block, bring the a tumor; a growth hard to diagnose And O-line, a D-line, my team up the Bee Line Head to the back, and put the bus on Dudeliest Catch, Judd attached We hang out in the streets, and then the streets next to faces, I don't know half the names Someone pay attention, make everybody came like locusts, we're so hard no to notice Bring the noise, bring the funk, Mr. Holland's Opus The riot cops out when we're playing Solitaire Put your friends mine, we're not playing fair
Surrounded by my dogs I'm man's best friend King of the block, I got a good at the Mandarin Matching shirts and Nikes, looking a cult gang nuts, word to Charles Schultz Credit, we don't sweat it, I win, we win Ruff riding at Soul Cycle, when I we spin of best friends forever, it's like we copied 'em Corporate retreat, trust falls, we 'em Women loving the crew, like outfit tight Saying goodnight to everybody takes an extra When anyone of us succeeds, we all My crew the sickest, allergic to butter My ride, we caravan like Kendrick cover bontacts, ball them my Blood brothers Living a movie in everybody stunts We all eating, Marky Mark and the Brunch
Bun B: I'm moving through the city, I'm rolling my crew When we pull up the party, man, they don't know to do I came more people than the club can even hold And more cars than they can park, this shit's control We inside the building, knocking people out the pathway over sections, didn't even meet 'em halfway They ask us we drinking; we ask you what you got Then we buy up all your liquor till the fucking shot I'm rolling a lot of G's, man, ain't no pretending It's gon' be shoulder to shoulder if Bun is in We fall up in the and then it's getting fucking hot I can say the reason ItsTheReal better fucking not I put a call up to the homies and all came Deeper a crowd at a Super Bowl ballgame It ain't no to my game so don't you try me And out to the Million Man March walking behind me