Al Pac:   Gain Greene      Hook   Al Pac:   Y'all thought it was over   Gain Greene still in this bitch   Got these hatin' ass niggaz lookin' sick   Y'all thought it was over   But I'ma take the team to the top   Al Pac and Mac Mustard wont stop   Y'all thought it was over   We still got the hood in a loop   Kuz we awesome muthafuckas, can't do what I do   Y'all thought it was over   We still ridin' out for Biggavel   Ain't a damn thing change, we gon' give these niggaz hell      Verse 1   Al Pac:   Al Pac still on it, them other niggaz are wanted   Lotta dudes be actin' tough but them muthafuckas be bluffin'   Gain Greene in the building, these haters is catchin' feelings   I'm just tryna do my thing, and stack a couple of millions   Still ridin' for my nigga, let's do it for Biggavel   I'ma whole the fam down while they got you stick in a cell   See I'm all about my paper so pay me in straight cash   Hooligans is in this boy, get found wit' ya face smashed   I don't care of big chains too my nigga just make me stronger   Put my life in every verse, real niggaz could feel the hunger   I'm a beast on these beats, so show the proper respect   I don't even got a deal, I'm labeled one of the best   Boy known to get it in, tell lil' homie be easy   Got so many different flows, you niggaz wouldn't believe me   Give it to you right, I'm keepin' the streets soakin'   And the name ring bells in Harlem, Virgina, Boston      Hook   Al Pac:   Y'all thought it was over   Gain Greene still in this bitch   Got these hatin' ass niggaz lookin' sick   Y'all thought it was over   But I'ma take the team to the top   Al Pac and Mac Mustard wont stop   Y'all thought it was over   We still got the hood in a loop   Kuz we awesome muthafuckas, can't do what I do   Y'all thought it was over   We still ridin' out for Biggavel   Ain't a damn thing change, we gon' give these niggaz hell      Verse 2   Mac Mustard:   Now you got me fucked up, Mac Mustard the wrong nigga   Get ya strip clipped, hit all the right and the wrong niggaz   Fill a nigga injure reserved, you ain't shit on the curb   Get a buck like a tenth of a bird   Don't get caught in my words   A nervous wreck, don't get caught on my nerves   My arm's reach get 'em caught in the birds   Nigga any disrespect'll get you wet, get your vets   Lemme hear you claim the shit you rep when the Tec hit your neck   No parole, bigger checks, we got bigger fish to catch   Got a bony bitch, can fetch, chick get down and get it wet   Till the death, I'ma always be Mac   Gain Greene, 33rd, and we still reppin' for Max      Hook   Al Pac:   Y'all thought it was over   Gain Greene still in this bitch   Got these hatin' ass niggaz lookin' sick   Y'all thought it was over   But I'ma take the team to the top   Al Pac and Mac Mustard wont stop   Y'all thought it was over   We still got the hood in a loop   Kuz we awesome muthafuckas, can't do what I do   Y'all thought it was over   We still ridin' out for Biggavel   Ain't a damn thing change, we gon' give these niggaz hell      Verse 3   Mac Mustard:   And when I sit down and write shit, flow tighter than vicegrips   Can't call it like dices but the 5th'll do 'em righteous   Try violatin' my shit, any member of my clique   Shit get hard as nightsticks, cold as December night shifts   Must be snortin' that white shit, fuckin' wit' your brain   Don't produce that type of mileage, need to stay in your lane   Had to shine, Al breezed, pass off to Mike, the keys   My nigga just came home, wait listen, it's Al P   Al Pac:   Fuckin' with the same hoes, tell your bitch suck a big cock   Come through the hood stuntin' Pac in the big drop   Talkin' like a bigshot, Gain Greene, we still hot   Keep talkin' crazy Mac Mizz'll let the 5th pop   Hit him with the .38, lil' niggaz featherweight   Niggaz in the loop, bitches ride the wave in every state   And you know we still here, Los fire up the doom   Breath of fresh air, other rappers better make some room