[starang wondah]   Yo it's that real nigga shit   That make the real niggas get   Buckwild, jumpin out they whips   So I been fresh like the prince ever since grade 6   Can't turn back, I ain't been the same since   You know how bitch niggas in the industry   Pretend to be a friend of me   In the long run, becomin enemies   R.i.p. wet capone, who got jooked up   Looked up, my nigga had mound, this be he hooked up   Got niggas out on the av., they all shook up   Me and henny think this o.g.c. is booked up   Fuck your wack sound, say the word, get backed down   Got my nigga henny mad, yellin in the background (fuck them niggas)   They better ask someone   Because paranoia got me ready to blast someone   Yo ass get down, starang say blast them son   Yell out, m.f.c., and here they come wit massive guns      [louieville sluggah]   Aiyo some chick asked her home girl "who is he? "   She said "you don't know henny, v-i-double l-e   That's that nigga that's full blowned just like a celly   Bill real nigga shit, tell ya how the hell he feel"   G.c. til the day I d, all night but it up, m.f.c. for life   Niggas I looked up to, turned out to be suspect alarmin   Grab ya kids, niggas is barney   Yo they able gettin money, they laughin, but ain't funny   They gonna stay hungry, 'cause our days gettin sunny   Aiyo I put it down, for my people knocked down and locked down   G.c.'s can't be kept down, we keep on, till the sound is full blown   Pops, i'mma see ya when you finally hit home      [starang wondah]   Yo, who hit starang wondah, relation and stevie   Hennyville, guns buck to m-o-b-b   Should ya work hard, to us comes easy   Don't want beef here, no prob come see me      [top dog big kahuna]   Straight flashback, clearin ya field, lookin for cash back   That's fucked up, you was in debt, know you done lucked out   You bugged out, take up this year and get the fuck out   My amaze, rollin that green weed up in my leaf   I'm not havin that, just replace wit the black   Check judo or knitty, or june for the 50 cent   Look at that, my niggas wanna be where the hookers at   So where we at? bucktown muthafuckas   Who are we? m.f.c., bitch niggas   We hold it down, hold it down, hold it down      [buckshot]   Let's take a walk through park slow, not what you eat   But we practice the art of chokin these streets of brook-lan   Is similar to vietnam, so be it to bomb   We never calm especially when we get illegally searched   Stereotype, you know they from brooklyn, so they bound to fight   That's right, what, ya niggas ain't shit   Cock back the double barrel and spit seed   Buck never quit, I walk the streets wit a bunch of o.g.'s, who know me   Pass that nickel bag nigga from 93   Buckshot, that nigga wit the red dot, pointin at ya knot   Cock quick, nigga watch this      [havoc]   I heard your sayin, purposely spillin the beans   On the street, rockin paper, now you playin the greens   Khak's sacky, don't wanna get the fuck out bad   Know the sim whilin on the street is all in ya fad   Twenty stitches, collect call stressin mad bitches   Got you in the home or house of snitches   Dick thatta dug you, only hit for mom on the humble   Four building, what 'em crumble   I hate these muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash   Just prepare, shit ready to cock   Did he wobble in and watch roll eyes   Number one fan, to po nine   Talk behind my back, come quick to blow minds   I'm quick to blow strike wit the gold nine   Ask my mother, God bless, that was quick, to hold mine      [starang wondah]   I wet my man, big hav from the m-o-b-b   Hennyville, buckshot my man d-o-g   Should ya work hard, for us comes easy   Ya want beef, no prob come see me   O.g.c., mobb deep, brownsville and qb   Pocket change, mack alone the whole m.f.c.   Bob marley spliff, crack open the hennecy   You want beef here, no prob come see we