| Y’all know my pedigree, hoes blow the gods voluntarily |
| We’re world wide, my heart pumps where the ghettos be |
| Young sharks be telling me, y’all niggas can’t swim, y’all drowning |
| From my hood to your hood, the anthem, y’all wilding |
| I die for my coalition, the foes whispering |
| Hating, Wild Gremlins and those that roll with 'em |
| So I chose rap, we vamped to neva go back |
| Until this life of animosity, the high velocity |
| Niggas be on the same team planning to blow shots at me |
| Be the same mouths I try to feed |
| I write shit, entice it properly, 'til it hurts me |
| The same game as James Worthy, they spread my name like it’s Herpes |
| Nature, niggas on the block boxing me, y’all not complete |
| We take this shit to where it gots to be, now smile philosophy |
| Sex and money go together like techs and nine shells |
| Swiss cheese you and cover it up like Roswell |
| Cartel, you ain’t seen no iller regime |
| The Celest team, prophecy, project warrior, owns property |
| Crackers hate it, cops get jealous cause I stay with |
| The '98 temporary plates on my whip |
| The system thing is not right |
| A rich thug could fuck a cop’s wife |
| Cause I’m on television and live the pop life |
| I rock mics, make mills, sound scan sales |
| One point whateva records, professional skills |
| Money’s the root of evil but it’ll make you happy |
| Don’t wanna shoot my people but still they might clap me |
| Cause I talk like Dr. Malachi york, played the sidewalk |
| Hold fort, diamond plate chain, gold fork |
| Get in tune, rich life Ricky for silver spoon |
| Frank Lopez’s crib, elevators and living room |
| Ayo we’re still in Queens, same place where we use to be |
| Often you won’t see us, cause we’re usually out touring |
| Leave the hood now the hood boring |
| NORE, you know me, we’re regulating |
| Straight from Iraq with QB affiliated |
| It’s like a higher learning |
| From 99th street down to Vernon |
| Letting our heat burst burning |
| Like henny wet, throwing up my set |
| Catch me on star tec, 'bout to set the connect |
| Yo sex, drugs, money and murder, beers and sex |
| Lands and Lex in the projects |
| The 4th floor where we score through our cook-up |
| D’s shook-up, hit the block and now you look up |
| Whispers turning to screams, from screams to hollers |
| Fans turn to fanatics, go home and dream about us |
| My zone, I need the chronic, my habit daily |
| Spitting, rapping fury, I got more steps then Alvin Ailey |
| Thousands will feel me, my nickname Braille |
| Dietec, the fakest niggas, cause their cliques ain’t real |
| Each verse be pain filled, force to taking Motrin’s |
| From the street to the screen, pictures be major motion |
| Nature grossing, holding my square where snake’s approaching |
| React quickly, keeping gats where my dick be |
| A buck equal a hundred, so a half is fifty |
| Y’all do the math with me, before I hurt you |
| It’s personal, you and I know, my whole squad be U-N-I-versal |
| From blood in to blood out, we thugged out |
| Fuck a four-four, I go to snub route, leave you rubbed out |
| Death followed him, before it swallowed him whole |
| It was signs he should of read that was inside his soul |
| Niggas light dutches to 'em now |
| So long miss a mutha fucka but still life goes on |
| Hope I’m rich on my last day, clutching some ass |
| Nigga said he came in with, got a nut when he passed |
| An old man laying dead on my bed, with some young shit |
| Screaming out «freedom» when I slumped her chest |
| After that, chill, be a bitch with a hex |
| Every nigga she sexed, be the next put to rest |
| Yo since a young sibling, had every flavor Timberland |
| Always had a jump shot and always dribbling |
| John McEnroe, Jose lay like Casserole |
| Doling Mike Tys', the jungle low, cut the china white |
| Come check ya, mixed the henny with the nectars |
| On straight flights while y’all cats connectors |
| If it was up to me, the whole world would be comfortably |
| But since its not, y’all niggas stay fucked up |
| I think about y’all too much and be bankrupted |
| So niggas get yours, I got mines niggas, so what, what? |