[Intro: Eight stories, nigga Take niggas somewhere, man Ya'll niggas never heard niggas rhyme like before, man This ain't no of Oz shit neither, man For real, man,
Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his Homey that, the four black, we black down Gold Jag', Ol' yo, yo, what the fuck happened? They clapped him and the scalp it flew way Yo why they capped him? It went his lap Snatched his older pink hat, took his mango, get at He painted it, blocks, aiming it Hit a child, this is foul, but he styled with his flamer flaming with the red Range, supercharged Kangols Rae & Ghost CD in his change, yo, Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he though, kept it sideways, angle brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thangos I respect on how the goes, the same goes Forget niggas, test niggas, extra bless niggas, with them egos We blow you out your Haha, adios mios, we get twelve a ki, yo Keep it moving, off in the G.O.'s Freeloaders, the D's over, your shit sell no more over...
[Chorus: Money, gear, drugs, guns, All my niggas sit, the tears Cookin snow white, it's just the life, never living off fear We all millionaires, now my shares? (Money) You know the code, money, gear money, baby (Money) You know we the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah (Money) So when the D's come, we and grab the boats, yea (Money) off, I got my win off, have a potent year
X6's red, up in Albany the dreds Bags of black, the feds Papers in Aruba's, gold from Bermuda In my room spreads, cameras action, got the calico cranked the food at? Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that Long chain hatchet flooded up, you knew blue mack, stones on the nozzle stick Bulletproof brocco's with the Jew bitches, all I got is two Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging ziplock And my peoples sit around, cops that High potent white kit kats, we up in the hood Going to door, every floor, every get back My gangsta shit, get gats, for every man, go a gram Meet me by my drop head and drop lip back Forty-seven quick claps, spray off on
[Outro: Spray on one of man, the streets is mine, nigga You what we do, for real Straight up, it's how we playing now, man Cause the streets, man, streets is making ya'll see, man But some of is blind, for real