True mizza-Mast' on the triz-nack   Bob Digi back for a snack   Kinetic 9 in the biz-nack   Raekwon got the triz-nap      We be ridin' fast cars   Weed all in the glass jar   Chrome all on my crash bar   Glocks all in my stash box      We be ridin' fast cars   Weed all in the glass jar   Chrome all on my crash bar   Glocks all in my stash box      Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off   Five niggaz drop off, before I got the verse off   Pop go the glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off   Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise      SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A and P   On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate   No caffeine, but the submachine gun will perculate   Rikki Tikki Tavi, y'all niggaz Duck Daffy      Get fucked like Daphne, stuck like the taxi   Drivin' through the hill at night to the weedspot   I got two hands but I'm known to carry three glocks   B O B B Y, niggaz see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi      Used to break days smokin' coke and digi   'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby   Face green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine   Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a sting?      Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, ya'll niggaz know me   Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll singing   Sick silky six syllable stanza   Slap simple sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha   She blowin' up my horn, bitch ain't try'n to answer   Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign, Cancer      We be ridin' fast cars   Weed all in the glass jar   Chrome all on my crash bar   Glocks all in my stash box      We be ridin' fast cars   Weed all in the glass jar   Chrome all on my crash bar   Glocks all in my stash box      Yo, yo, yo, this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten Isle   I do bad, only when the Mack good to stay balanced   You shoot me? I shoot you, best bet's to finish me   'Cuz if not, if I get the chance, I'm do you      Your shit all off the hood, the clips go buckin' me good   The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteran   Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, darts is his medicine   Y'all can't build me, your technique's Ecederin'      Look, I will take my time in the bushes, right   Paid up people no mind like I'm crooked, right   Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right   He on the floor, tell his grams, "Yo, I seen the light"      The red car it just pulled off like Un Hall was drivin' the joint   Faster than ya had ya the fifth smokin' lookin' moist   I ain't know what to do so I told the boys   I'm not a sucker look, y'all mothafuckin' made noise      We be ridin' fast cars   Weed all in the glass jar   Chrome all on my crash bar   Glocks all in my stash box      We be ridin' fast cars   Weed all in the glass jar   Chrome all on my crash bar   Glocks all in my stash box      Ice Water exclusive, Bob Digi   Kinetic 9, Killa Beez   Straight up, Raekwon the Chef   Bizza-bizza-O, Di-di-Dirty Bastard      Gizza gizza, ga gizza gizz ga, Ghostface Killah, Killah, Killah   The GZA, The Genius   Mizza mizza mizza, M E T H O D Man   Straight up, Masta Killa   The Inspectah Deck, U-G-O-D   The B O B B Y