(feat. Troy Mitchell)    What  Yo yo yo yo yo yo  Ha ha  It ain't over baby  It dont stop like dat dat dat datdat dat  Wah-kump  Dat datdat dat  Wah-kump, wah-kump  Dat dat dat datdat dat  Wah-kump  Come on    One question:  Who be the thug that yall love most?  Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose  The thug muscle  So whistle if you hear clear  Gon' get you close and yous a dead man like last year  See most fear  The marvelous, alias  You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed  These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed  I stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you fronted  Too many MC's not clearly on this hype tip  I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit  extended clips I represent because my thugs trip  Easy boy, I'm stompin corners where them drugs flip  Ali Baba snakin lakin trustin north shit  You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits  It's mob official  You test I'll leave you knock-knissued  Bandaged up like a snitch cuz I ain't fuckin with you  Straight up, we bringin' it    What y'all, huh huh, V-A  Know about this  What y'all in Hampton, huh huh  Know about this  What y'all in p-town  Know about this  What y'All in Hoviay  Know about this    Check it out  I'm ya p-town hit man  I'll make ya shit man  Pay my stick man to do my dirt  I'm filthy rich man  My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs  Make em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks  I told you that I'm project strong  You took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don't last long  Alias the Don  I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci  don't fuck around, you ever test me and you'll have to wet me  I'm ghetto fabulous  the mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed  When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush  I rush club scenes like, "What?"  Always carryin the bust  The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enough  I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap  Cuz otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap  So what I'm sayin is, everybody's real within the game  Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, NIGGA WHAT    What y'all V-A  know about this  What y'all in Hampton, what  Know about this  What y'all in Nomo  Know about this  What y'll in Chesapeake  Know about this  Bring it boy    See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep  AK's and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps  44's and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low  Thugs know  The real on how I let shit go  But if it's real, my niggas hold a forty and fill  Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill  I'm at the point of no return, so I let shells spill  Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill  And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steel  Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel  They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs  and set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the party up  ESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up  Is that enough?  Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff?  And yet I told you, when left back cain't nobody knows you  I suppose you  Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you    What y'all in V-A  Know about this- I told you  What y'all in Nomo, what  Know about this, what