Crack that open of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats Got big rifles, the hood, ride Benz Cycles Y'all mens are psycho, killah hill
More fly generics, money make moves, it We got this locked since So many rods and weapons, ain't no more Take the back, faggot, we hate that
Meet the real, we lock the real, me lock the Pop off, pull out, drop them I run with all killas, all for realer Nikes on, awesome
Want then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em I want him stretched out, listen, he the buildin' All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred us We ex-dust niggas, even touch my drink
around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the All my niggas get paint, yo what's my Lexus diamond, ice inc
Uh, yeah, once again in the motherfuckin' Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, Yeah, you know how we down Me and mixo, we so, we so tight
Lex sound, and uh I the high chief, Jamel Areif Straight from Medina And uh yo yeah, yeah, huh
They started jammin' in the park, just dark Two turntables and DJ scratchin' Words seemed to an attraction when they rhymin' Hip hop caused the to start sparkin'
Temperature Drape a up with the ratchet, less talkin' Caught him on the 'nard, bomb a G hard rocks the promenade, I'm God
And he show and provin', how he movin' Smift as the wisdom, from my gate in a drunken state I wrote degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see Never fall victim, the fate leave the bake for the snake If he take I take his head without question In the one to fourteen the justice lesson, now uh
Uh it's the pineapple daquiri fuckin' up ya Ya heard? the motherfuckin' word, yo
I'm from where it's real, niggas peal ya' We want enough bricks that we could build I, general in the of marksmen The bad boys wit' me ain't Will or
Feel what I'm droppin', I the ill doctrine Spot him in the killah hill poppin' Two feet dug in the dirt, up in the Spectator on the lovin' the work
And my team ain't ya' average, cream we it Fiends seekin' packages, beans and clips Festo, if you wit' me, let's go, the love me, X O, X O
Boy listen hard, think twice you get involved We hold the weight like cons in the yard They the riot squad, we live and in charge non-believers get reminded with scars It's the pineapple, rebel I Fine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you, nigga