[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