Crack that pineapple Vision of faces, gettin' money lay in the boats Got big rifles, the hood, ride Benz Cycles Y'all are psycho, killah hill 'ciples
More fly generics, money make moves, 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 lock the Pop off, out, drop them bills I run with all real killas, all for Nikes on, gorillas
Want then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em I want him out, listen, he lost the buildin' All fly gangstas, bankers, hundred wit' us We niggas, don't even touch my drink
Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and Ya' and he blast-es 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 mixo, we so, we so tight
Lex sound, and uh I the high chief, Jamel Areif Straight from East And uh yo yeah, yeah, huh
They started jammin' in the park, after dark Two turntables and DJ scratchin' Words seemed to have an attraction when they Hip hop the guns to start sparkin'
risin' Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less him on the 'nard, bomb like a G hard Explosion the promenade, I'm God
And he and provin', knowledge how he movin' as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the so you could see Never fall victim, dictate the fate the bake for the snake If he take I take his head without question In the one to check the justice lesson, now uh
Uh it's the pineapple fuckin' up ya mindstate Ya heard? Spread the word, yo
I'm from it's real, niggas peal ya' orange We want enough bricks that we could apartments I, in the field of marksmen The bad boys wit' me ain't Will or
Feel I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine Spot him in the killah hill poppin' Two dug in the dirt, up in the skirt Spectator on the lovin' the work
And my ain't ya' average, cream we handle it Fiends seekin' packages, and banana clips Festo, if you wit' me, go, the nymphos love me, X O, X O
Boy listen hard, think before you get involved We the weight like cons in the prison yard They call the riot squad, we live and in Y'all non-believers get reminded with It's the pineapple, rebel I Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you,