Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots   And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches   I only fucks wit' my niggas, my niggas   So we them true-to-life killas, killas      We takin' 'Other People Money', they money   And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars   Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome   Besides that yo we stars, we stars      I'm the Gafo DeGafo, boss of New York   Cover my mouth when I speak, feds watch what I talk   Throwin' hits at the judges in the criminal courts   Criminal thoughts, these streets wit' killas to sport      This is Mafia music to murder you wit', inserted the clips   Drive-bys, on convertible whips, the verdict is this   4/5th, burnin' my fist, pullin' shades down, murderous bitch   Anonymous threats, blueprints designin' ya death      Organize crime times, throw a bomb in ya Lex   Fadam or Begetz, killas might climb in ya rest   Two nickel nines left a dime in his vest, sometimes in his chest   Crime scenes covered in tape, blood in the gates      Black robes, funeral homes, shootin' 'ya wake   Kidnap, raised as children, to be rulin'   'Other People Money', we kill men      Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots   And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches   I only fucks wit my niggas, my niggas   So we them true-to-life killas, killas      We takin' 'Other People Money', they money   And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars   Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome   Besides that yo we stars, we stars      My goods pull, like Sammy the Bull   Sin'll pop you, D.O.A.'ll bomb you   Mafia style, boss me? Body a child   When I get locked, it's like Gotti on trial      Five years in the pen, separated from friends   I'm only 21, kept the shakers and gun   Blow in ya face, stab you below ya waist   The type to chase death, like faces of death      Sippin' the Henny, pray, let the Lord forgive me   I know I spit hot like the Devil was in me   Claimin' my church, the type to put 'woke' in the church   If my gun jerk, more holes in ya shirt      Bustin' my gun, who you know fuck wit' dunn   Put six in ya burners, I ain't feelin' you son   Stop the bull, ya ain't got guns to pull   Ya still yappin', ain't enough gun clappin'      Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots   And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches   I only fucks wit my niggas, my niggas   So we them true-to-life killas, killas      We takin' 'Other People Money', they money   And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars   Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome   Besides that yo we stars, we stars      Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots   And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches   I only fucks wit my niggas, my niggas   So we them true-to-life killas, killas      We takin' 'Other People Money', they money   And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars   Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome   Besides that yo we stars, we stars