(feat. Grimm, Ike Man)    It's been a lot of years I've been knowing these boys  If I got a Benz I hope they drive a Rolls Royce  See the thing with us  Staying together is a must  Chunk like the deuce on my junior high bus  See we party since the break dance days  Now it's '99 still on the fast lane  Man I'm a dog if I was a cat I'd be in heaven  Cuz I past nine lives back in '87  Deep in this rap but it's just like the streets  I see the same killas, hustlas, and freaks  I remember you selling white on da cut  Now you most hated on the mic hollering what  Chopping up the scene  While we puffing trees  One family and two companies  SPM bring the movement let's do this baby  Skin tight homies since the early eighties    [Chorus]  We all around the world on the mission for meals  Keep it crunk it's for real  Blowing on kill  Niggas already know  We gonna ride fo' sho  SPM, Ike Man, and that Grimm in the door  About Benjamins  So the quest begins  Who wanna step to the three coldest Mexicans  But don't play dumb  When you see the spray gun  Cuz we been down together since day one    [Ike Man]  Los I'm thinking nothing but stacks  Unless it's flipping in 'llacs  Big body Benzes and Jags  We count hundreds in cash  So ain't no stopping us now  We deep in love with this pay  And all these lavish ass things  Like 18-K cardia  We coming creased with these J's  We staying tight with them spades  We high rolling, we paid  We got respect cuz we made  I'm living deep in this game  And ain't no way I'mma change  These bustas knowing my name  But ain't no way they can hang  With a mexicano like Ike  Soy veterano for life  In Jam Down commision they got my name up in lights  I represent for them thugs  That ride the boats and push drugs  And smoke the best of them buds  And save the rest for the scrubs    [chorus x1]    [Grimm]  I burn the sesses  Ain't nothing less  I gots the S on my chest  I been blessed by my best  You know the real get no rest  We coming through  With power moves  It ain't no rules in this game  The same as moving the caine  We move the music with chains  And that's my chase for all my paper  Plates with chips on the table  Bet them all and I'm able  Cuz Jam Down is the label  It's on the hunt for millions or billions  Ready for more  We 'bout settle the score  We world wide and on tour  I call my boy South Park the Mexican and it's on  We reminisce getting blown  Been best of friends for so long  Back in the days  We made the paper every gram we weighed  But now it's slammed to stay  Paper jams and blaze    [chorus x1]  We all around the world  We... we... we...  We all around the world  We all around the world  We... we... we...  We all around the world  [chorus x1]