| I’d Like To Welcome Y’all To The Cigar Society |
| Garcia Vegas with black dragons to be exact |
| Leaders and followers |
| Bosses and workers |
| Peasants and kings |
| Dead Presidents, gangstas, and civilians |
| Nobody wanna see a nigga make millions |
| But when you spend a hundred thousand, what a feelin' |
| Harlem! Stand Up! We in the building |
| Aiyyo Lux, you gotta great mind king |
| You like mine’s king? |
| Likewise King |
| A man come outta jail, you’ll give him some dollars |
| But give a man nothing when he get outta college |
| Harry D. Rockefeller Drug Laws |
| Law And Order Legislative, Study your butter cause |
| Mastermind planning to stick up a gun store |
| Squeezin on a MAC with the serial number rubbed off |
| Young niggas using their teeth to open the duck sauce |
| They don’t have religion they only pray to the drug lord |
| Likewise, they’re ready to die in my lifetime |
| Caters To Makaveli, It Was Written Just Like Nas |
| El Be Logos, Gucci Symbols at night time |
| Jewelers goin' to hell, he put diamonds in Christ Eyes |
| Up in that Grandmaster flash coke, white lines |
| Sucking a glass dick, pulling crack through pipeline |
| Don’t like nobody sittin' behind me catch a Trife Bind |
| Right hand man, supposed to stand on my right side |
| I never got in this for the Heroism |
| Now hurry outta the projects to Hurl with him |
| get it |
| Thorough Living |
| Meryl’s Lynching |
| They watching the pearls glistening with Girls listening |
| The World’s Ending |
| I look at life like a book to write but it should be light |
| What you like, I could be wrong, you could be right |
| With jokes plastered all over the broke bastard |
| I’m Bodacious, still gettin' my own |
| It’s cold asking the hot and bother |
| You got a marker? |
| You’re not the author |
| Your posse talking |
| We goin' let him have it |