Buck 89 on the boards, what up Buck   Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga   Haha, life is good, a yo   It's a reality that all the real niggaz   Have to smash on the bitch niggas   And you know I like to call this The Wrap, hehe      It's a Wrap and any men that don't wanna get clapped   Better not violate the camp, get shot down by chance   I'm real advanced with that cock and blast   'Cause the feds won't look back, for cleaning cash      What cashes we cleansing, it's all about the Benjamins, what   If it's dirty then we rincing it off   You niggaz don't give a fuck, mobbed up in H2s   Niggaz is talking shit, aw bitch, that's old news      They say I rap to rhythm and blues   But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'all niggaz rappin' it too   He's like "Baby, can you give it to me"   Nah, I'ma give it to you      The same way that we gave it to Proof   The same way that we gave it to Loose   Put that bang, bang, bang to use nigga   'Cause Rule's the truth nigga, for show   Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh      Hit 'em in retro, throwback like West 'Paul   Niggaz wanna ball but can't on the West Coast   Dre Day's been dead a long time ago   Respect the Inc Row, Rap-A-Lot collabo      Just know that you nigga ain't save on the globe   And while the world probes, I arrest verse I.N.C.   I'm still wishing y'all the R.I.P.   Can I Live, for I D.I.E.   I'm talkin', M.O.B, murder inc bosses   Count your losses      Now before they start runnin' they lips   I thought I should warn these motherfuckers, there's a gun in this bitch   And I know he's got one on his hip   But I got the drop and outside, Rule got the Drops      All it takes is a cock and a pop   Money for bail, ain't seeing no more sales   Instead, I'm poppin' on Yahts   They told me J.Prince runnin' the south   And I'm beast from the east, that'll come and put a gun in your mouth      I got bricks for days, dicks to make a bitch behave   Had to baldhead my shit threw, had to switch the waves   Just that quick, slip and the mac spit, bladdat   Four up in they chest and reload while they back flip      We in this together, bad weather, rippin' the storm   They some dictionary rappers, they just spittin' the norm   You supposed to know the La Costra Nostra flow   I did it, 'cause I lived it, you can quote the flow      Hit your six up with sixteen in sixty seconds   Get your whips up, we split beams, keep fifty weapons   To you coppers that's posin' a threat   Fire up the air, wholes in the tec to put a hole in your neck      See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five   Ride by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so cool   Bitches say, Hizzy, you remind me of the old school   In the club posted, snatching hoes with no jewels, nigga      You know as the world turns   These bitch niggaz is runnin' and hiding and shit   (You know these motherfuckers be ducking' hidin')   But I'm fucking chasin y'all faggots      All across the globe   (Smashing they ass)   Out the back of bet, out the back of clubs   Nigga, you ain't poppin' no bub in no motherfuckin' clubs   Nowhere nigga, be honest with yourself, you fucking clowns      You niggaz is fucking clowns, y'all ain't gonna nowhere   I'm right here, I'm right here, huntin' you'll motherfuckin'   Bitch ass niggaz down      It's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz   It's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz   A yo, this nigga, this nigga runnin' around talkin' about   "I got shot nine times, I got shot"   Want everybody to be motherfuckin' sympathetic      A yo fifty, pull your skirt down B   A yo, Niggaz get shot everyday B, you tough?   Yeah, Murder Inc shit, bitch ass nigga   We out