* [Taydatay]  Stack chips like Don Trump  Comin' wit the slump  So original head bustas  Makin' moves from the junk  Mashin' niggas [???]  We stay loaded, fully loaded  Let the game be noted  We only comin' wit the coldest, hold up  In '99 we breakin' 'em off wit major heat  Sweepin' the industry off they feet  Hypnotize 'em wit the beats  It's the most hated, America's most blunted  See niggas come from the bottom  Then we turn around and run it  Comfront it, we got cha  Hollow points in the chamber  Releasin' the anger  Fuckin' around get caught up in the caper  People stoppin' my paper  Ain't no time for no games  I'm watchin' niggas catch the vapors  While I'm doin' my thang  I hit the back and I swang  Niggas and bitches they be jockin'  They wanna floss wit us  Cuz they know we 'bout the lock and load  We warmed up for the score  'Bout to hit 'em wit a little bit of hardcore    [Chorus] x 2  Cuz in my lifetime I'd a done gang of shit  Invloved wit 211's, 187's for the chills  Another blockstyle murderah  Another blockstyle murderah  We 'bout to have it bitch    [Hennessy]  And since I was a itty bitty niggy on the corner  I was a performer  Now my music gets women through California  Love to get up on it  We disinigrate all opponents  And represent niggas, windows tinted  Till you can't [??]  It's the O to the fuckin' A-K  D to the A-L-D  Fuck what the haters say, we paper chase  So you can't tell me a muthafuckin' thang  But the [?]  We [?] too much blood gushers  Cuz you ain't the one that run the hood  We [?] from the goods  Like they say, "Talk is cheap"  Oh yeah, they workin' the tech  So you get swepped up off your feet  Now break up off of me, heard me  In the game  I'm a fill the lane like I'm James Worthy  Hella slurvy  Yes indeedy that's your boy  That would keep the backpack  And the clack-clack, you be destroyed  You shouldn't have never got me pumped  And now your soul is full of holes  They've come to mop him up  Cuz I was sloppy drunk  And had to pop him up    [Chorus] x 2    [Hennessy]  It's just the flossamatic, caught the cabbage  Nigga what, in the cuts, get no bumps  Till my pockets got the mumps  And when they jump  We let them cats off  But we take yo head off  Wit a [?], no explination, no hesitation  Nigga just smash on  But 'for the chance was smooth  And all the work, yo ass was through  Hoppin' fences, coherant distance while we passin' through  I'm here to let you know boy  We get the [?]  When you fuckin' wit them snow boys  And makin' more noise    [Taydatay]  You know  Cuz we be flippin' the script  On top wit big faces  Known in hella places  Illutin' all the drug cases  Fuck the basics, we goin' all out  We got to show these muthafuckas what the Sco be about  You got to follow your route,  Follow your route, follow your route  Cuz without the paper  Niggas gon' be assed out  I'm talkin' word of mouth  I said, "You in it for the whores"  You know my Hunter's point niggas be straight hard    [Chorus] x 4