[Intro: Ranks] ! Him deh yah S, and a H, and a A, B, and a A, R-A-N-K-S the best MOB Do the job, fly the ah mercy, people
[Verse 1: Shabba Say my a likkle louder out mi name mek I rip up the crowd yah Say it 3 times if a me unu of ! SHABBA ! SHABBA ! Oh man, say it a louder Holla out mi name mek I rip up the yah Say it 3 if a me unu prouf of ! SHABBA ! SHABBA ! Hey, holla out mi name, to mi name Call out mi name, bawl out mi Nah stop until it reach hall of Say yuh body waan know de same People, holla out mi name, shout to mi Call out mi name, out mi name Nah stop it reach hall of fame mi sweat, mi sweat flame Ah me dem in need of, true crowd non-believer, inna believer Come crowd a follow di procedure Mi no but "follow the leader" Head ago jump off a dem shoulder off dem head with mi cleaver From Jamaica back to Geneva Shabba Ranking ah true crowd
[Hook: Ferg] Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks Two bad bitches like I'm Sha-Shabba One gold tooth I'm
2: A$AP Ferg] Who stocky nigga with the grills? (Trap you're so trill) I could get a new Bugatti but a nigga chill Rather sit up on the and stack it 'till I get a mill What about them old that wouldn't give me feel? Now they want a nigga cause a nigga got a deal Rather double up and and hit a booty in brazil (I hit with the gun when get so real) Two bad bitches in my Yellow hood rats like Hit it the back got me screaming like like Yeezus do Bringing rappers from the dead like do Can't call them bone thugs cause eating dude I rhyme and flipmode, speak the flu Ya Ya Ya eat ya crew Butter pecan, Puerto Rican, be freakin' and A hood pope get throat, I'm skeetin' the sheets She feelin' my team, I asked her if she feelin' The Cause a like she ?? "Hey wah yuh singing ? Imma get the while I'm breathin' I'm the rookie of the and you better believe it I be barkin' like at you like a [?] a pedigree [?]
[Verse 3: Me another got a quick trip Young nigga had to make money backflip I'm choppin' with Gold on my toilet like P Lil' mama, she off a daiquiri
Shabba Ranks my pinky finger, You mad cause you at Mickey D's
Yo nigga, I'm flexin' like
You can take her to the and go watch a film A$AP Ferg, me a pelican Lean, lean, lean, that's my Quavo, old money, Genesis
Takeoff got ten rings, bling, bling, bling For tryna my rings, gun go bang out on the jeweler, ching! Got 'em like Martin Luther King, I had a dream! Actavis, I only sip [?] might my clip If I see the police, grab my and I dip [?] my fingers, we fillin' arenas I flip up the Montana ?? I feel that Keyshia Ka'oir, that double AK-47's, they aim at your lip [?] Givenchy, shit is ridiculous!
4: Busta Rhymes] Look, nigga, get it straight, you could never with my clique, boy Aww shit, quick, hit you with the drop jaw break, you can see the way the clock tick, tock, tick Funny all these stop, bitch boy Bust' back up in the cockpit, spit toxic, always givin' niggas hot shit, boy Niggas see me shinin' 'til 6-6-6 Any really want Islam dick, boy So much jewelry, nigga lookin' priceless out A lot of rappin' niggas lookin' out here Kill 'em 'til they say a nigga triflin' out And you can let 'em talk, you know who the nicest out Vroom, vroom, vroom! Bite dust Better get when yu heard de shot buss, pussy Every time I come here, know I body fully Godfather with it while I little rookie And I'm bigger than your shorty though her kinda bushy on the low, Versace logo on the hoodie Airhorn blow, my nigga, bwam bwam Let it go, you already know really goodie Killin' shit like I'm kind of cancer Bag bitch, now she my private dancer I don't understand why niggas feel like they to ask who the god is you know what's the answer Chokehold shit 'til they be me strangler Hundred million dollars, behind the plasma Proper with it, he spread the propaganda And when I TEC talk, can we pop man up On my Ranks On my Ranks Nigga, gettin' so much like I just robbed a bank, nigga
[Hook: Ferg]