Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo      Catch me on yo' brochure with beach balls, at least three whores   Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws   They skin tone is coffee and milk, mixed up   Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up      Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet   Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech   With cowboy hats and coach bags, they party like rock stars   Bo Gary watches, just chill, they down in the shark bars      And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D   My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds   I'ma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee   You could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese      Life's a B, Bentley and big bills   Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls   Karate, black belt and I bring booze   To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue      We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest   Thankful, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour   From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love   The Cuban link niggaz is the realest      Let my wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops, judges   We put it down, Columbian style, with three killas   Based on money, dummies will die   It ain't funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy      Keep cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in pools   And fuck my shit up, and I'ma just lose   Paid a lot of paper to live here   American gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear      You know what time it is, crime it is, no matter what rhyme it is   We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits   Based on a general's fist of fury   Neck, arm, money, all of that's crispy jewelry      Let me show you how I G ride, Nina on both sides   Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five   Nigga, if you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret   Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck      Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest   If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less   Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide Housing   In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Homicide Housing      Known for drug dealing, stack thousands   Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses   At any time I could move up out this   And go and cop some shit up in the mountains      Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce   Timberland snow boots, collecting more cream than a toll booth   I grind daily, patriotic like Tom Brady   I'm the bomb, baby, 'cuz what I write is beyond crazy      I'm the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, Mac Palmer   Call me Arab Diesel 'cuz I'm a track bomber   Roger that, my niggaz ain't got it cracked   All we do is dollar stack, get twisted like bottle caps      While you on the block getting indicted, we island hopping   Globe trotting through the friendly skies flying United   There's a party over here and everybody's invited   The headliners is Theodore and everybody's excited      Fuck that, 'bout time we took it back to the block   The task force coming, I got crack in my sock   White Rock on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot   Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops      It's them dudes, drug slingers, 1-6, ooh   Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun spit too   Call 'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude   And ain't many mothafuckas could fit up in Rick's shoes      Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the life we living   That's a given, like football players love white women   White linen, a tight denim, that ass look right in 'em   Shit, I'm riding 'em, cool as Kahlua's with ice in 'em, shit      Aiyo, yo, yo, yo, I pass the mic to Cap, nah, I pass it back   Never, son, hold that, you the master of the rap attack   So knick knack patty wack, this is how we do it black   Slap you with the almanac where actual facts is sold as facts      We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones   Traveling across the world while we smoking the bone   We all here grinding, y'all niggaz know what we do   We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too      Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub   Swagger stuck on ya face like a New Jack tool   Right back at you, yeah me and my dude Toney   We'll fuck with fake contracts and niggaz that's phony      Trying to get this money, right homey   And lay back in the Riverside, just chill, relax the dome piece   Link up with a fly dime, brick and a chrome piece   Coming for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef