Crack that open Vision of faces, gettin' money lay in the boats Got big rifles, play the hood, ride Cycles Y'all mens are psycho, killah 'ciples
More fly generics, make moves, forget it We got this since nineteen-seven So many and weapons, ain't no more reppins Take the shit back, faggot, we that
Meet the real, we lock the real, me the steel Pop off, pull out, them bills I run with all real killas, all for on, awesome gorillas
Want more then 'em, front war, reveal 'em I want him stretched out, listen, he the buildin' All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred us We niggas, don't even touch my drink
around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke Ya' yolked and he through you in the faint All my get paint, yo what's my name? diamond, ice water inc
Uh, yeah, once in the motherfuckin' place Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, Yeah, you how we gets down Me and this mixo, we so, we so
Lex sound, and uh I bees the chief, Jamel Areif Straight East Medina And uh yo yeah, yeah, huh
They jammin' in the park, just after dark Two turntables and DJ scratchin' Words seemed to have an attraction when they Hip hop caused the guns to start
risin' Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less Caught him on the 'nard, bomb a G hard Explosion the promenade, I'm God
And he show and provin', knowledge how he Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a state I wrote degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see Never fall victim, dictate the leave the bake for the snake If he take than I take his without question In the one to check the justice lesson, now uh
Uh it's the pineapple daquiri up ya mindstate Ya heard? the motherfuckin' word, yo
I'm from where real, niggas peal ya' orange We enough bricks that we could build apartments I, general in the field of The bad boys me ain't Will or Martin
Feel what I'm droppin', I the ill doctrine him deep in the killah hill poppin' Two dug in the dirt, up in the skirt Spectator on the lovin' the work
And my team ya' average, cream we handle it seekin' packages, beans and banana clips Festo, if you wit' me, let's go, the nymphos me, X O, X O
Boy listen hard, think twice you get involved We hold the weight cons in the prison yard They call the riot squad, we and in charge non-believers get reminded with scars It's the pineapple, I natural Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you,