I heard that nigga Capone's home   Yo, word to motha that nigga Nore'   Doin' his mothafuckin' thing thugged out   Entertainment, know what I'm sayin'?      Niggas still in the streets, I'll will   Braveheart nigga, there's a thin line   Between streets and business   So we gotta have balance and be easy      I heard you fags wanna catch me off guard   Put Tecks to my heart, the death of Escobar   Under your breath, whispers in the dark   I hear it 'cause the street ain't loyal to choose sides   Prepare for the beef, whoever lose dies rich and I'm thuggin'      I can't trust nothin', this bitch that I'm fuckin'   This clip that I'm bustin' could jam in my fist   Look at my hand, finger pussy with expensive rings   Cut coke cookies, wrote poetry and broke noses B   The voice from heaven, I'm God sent, of course a legend   This is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverand      Blunted eyes red, C-Class, a hundred times five red   CD's blast, speed fast, haters drop dead   I'm gorgeous black Goddess flip the arm rest, flip the cordless   Her body stacks the best, ass is flawless   Finally the long awaited shit, ghetto people, the sequel   Nas, CNN, nobody's equal      Yo, b ez, keep the club off the heezy   Straight thugs in the back, drink creezy   B ez but we still smoke treezy   See us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy      Niggas picked me the boss, Ricky Ross   Lex two-fifty horse power, click and devour the source   If it's flour then swallow your loss   I cock fours, kick in Poppi's doors      All for the cash and the cause   Niggas break big fractions of laws   So what, we got it sewn up   Smack every cat on the board   I speak the truth, guns spit at you      Shakin' my palm, it's pitiful, wavin' my wand   The Don, a hundred follow me like Farrakhan   Chasin' my Henny, embrace Benny's   It's quite Frank, my niggas I'll kill      Never waste a penny, money stay well invested   Feel the weight on my necklace   When death is too close flip the next shit   Thug the game out bust biscuits, pull the range out      Public enemy, Queens Bridge where I hang out   Sweet scent of weed, I wear like a fragrance   My energy's kinetic, mind power type ancient      Yo, b ez, keep the club off the heezy   Straight thugs in the back, drink creezy   B ez but we still smoke treezy   See us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy      I see death through the corner, die, kingdom come   Six 500's, pull up right in front of the slum   Sticky green fingers soldiers of the great God   Clarence spoke to the poor but he lived in Oz      An ill hook like Roy Jones, I'm a street corner bastard   And crush weed with the hashish   Bandana head dome wrapped   Caddy trucks with the grills and the chrome snaps      I'm on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman   The S-Class is shittin' on your weak Datsun   Graffiti written on the Bible, my life is wicked   I see dead corpses and Rolls Royces      Put your heart on your lap, listen you hear voices   My whole persona is the drama and to smoke skama   I can lift it up, Willy what in front of your slut   Money bustin' out my pocket, your bank is stopped      Yo, b ez, keep the club off the heezy   Straight thugs in the back, drink creezy   B ez but we still smoke treezy   See us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy