(Chorus)   you want me to cross the border?    well come on baby   you want me to cross the border?   well come on baby      (Boobonic)   They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones   and aye, the AK tear bones, Homes   seldomely ever talk over cell phones   or chase dudes, I choke 'em like bass tubes   every whip, every bitch, every leather coat   since '88 to right now I was never broke    back then I was V'd up    with a nut cup, problem with the price nigga? see Buck    never waitin' in line nigga, I bump   pay everybody shit just to get to the front   young, did I mention Twenty One?   with more houses that sell than Century Twenty One   cops respect 'cause they know we big   and ain't lock us up for bodies that they know we did    that M shit clean you out like ammonia   imagine '89 fuckin' Appolonia.      (Clipse)   Last name Robinson, first name Stacy   I was gettin' Cagney high and gettin' head from Lacy   '88 graffiti, chicks was still masin'   I was a Millionaire when Rick James was freebasin'   I paved the way, showed ballers how to ride today   I chopped the roof off my ride that day   imagine all the hate I made?   used to have to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days   they would shoot up my cars   I would just slide back through with new rims and a paint job    flamboyant like a gold One-Ninety   with a side panel reading, I want you to find me   c'mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it came with a Kit   when you put the shit in the needle and hit it, that was it    Ron..ahem...Heroin, excuse me ya'll   I'm from Virginia where the Southern draw   don't mind me...      (Mr. Mister)   See, it's lil' Bucky, my jewels? husky   connects like broads, I fuck 'em but they don't fuck me   who owe me money in the streets? try to duck me   wigs get split like bananas, trust me    keep it butter, call me Land 'O Lakes   got more crack on the streets than Cali after earthquakes   Southwest gon' vouch for this    our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the draft pick    easy money, that was all in Eighty-Nine   locked down every block, made all gravy mine   Gucci slides cost Three-Twenty-Five   I, pulled up in the Three-Twenty-Five I    and A.J. bought a Joe-Paul-Mary   silk shirts, his gators was Blueberry   and this the shit OG's used to do    scoop every young boy and treat 'em to City Blue.      (Fabolous)   It's like ya'll don't know beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve   given a half at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve   ain't nobody come near the minor   that was runnin' spots in both North and South Carolina    by Ninety I was already a crack legend   pullin' up a year early in a brown Ac Legend   I ain't cop from Uptown, I re'd by the shores   and I could go a month straight in Fila Valores   the way I used to equip with my features   I was comin' to Junior High School in better whips than the teachers   'bout my paper, I ain't even think 'bout the chicks   but I kept everything Gucci from my link to my kicks   beatbox Mike, I learned to cook as a child   got knocked for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my trial    got Five at Eighteen, I took it and smiled    came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves   I'm back...      (Chorus)