Verse One    Well biggedy bust a mover  I biggedy be the trooper cause I'm slammin  I'm ready to check this jam  that this is havin  I'm audi, I'm riggedy rollin four deep, don't sweat it  I'm troopin it with my niggaz, East New York is where I'm headed  I'm friggedy freshly dipped, cold as shit but money I'm rugged  I'm rockin my forty belows in the snow so yo bug it  Yo fellaz, let's giggedy grab the train, fuck the walkin  Aaah, here we go, yo, why these people hawkin?  You you stupid , you look at my crew and now you're thinkin  (They must be wildin...-= Is that them stinkin?)  Fuck no you wan-ton soup serving   You're staring, you beady eyed bastard link  Whaddya think dick? I'm comin around the train and bumrush ya  Give me a ten foot pole and I wouldn't even touch ya  Hey lady, I see you sittin by the conductor  Thinkin that I'm a nigga, you figure I wanna fuck ya  Fuck there goes my beeper now these people think I'm slingin  Rocks by the blocks and killin em by the millions  But yo hops, here kiggedy comes my stop now I'm audi  I giggedy gots to go you motherfuckers think I'm rowdy and    Verse Two    The people love it  I'm swingin it from the lifestyles of the ruff and rugged  They got me upstate troop, so fuck it  In penile, I'm hard as a fuckin brick I wreck shop  Money grip, I'm up in the yard fightin kids till I drop  But, I'm out now, so fuckers around the way are sweatin my peoples  Not worried about a new jack black my shit is diezel  Cause I pack, steel, I got the back, wheel  And plus I got the Yung and the Resless watchin my back, still  Because I'm runnin the ave again  I'm back in the game with my neighbor  Up on the ave runnin guns that was to be the new flavor  And I'm wid it, my cousin's throwin a jam tonight I figures  That I'm bringin all my guns and I'm bringin all my niggaz  (Don't go hangin out with no niggaz...-= That's the life, that I lead)  You figgedy fuck around you lay around I told my cousin  First kill the flex, word is born I'ma bug him  We spiggedy spark the buddha now I got the devil in me  I'm sick, quick to smoke a nigga like a chimney  I'm packin a clip, ready to flip, just me and my friends  Twenty deep and two deep, a B-M-W and a benz, rollin    Verse Three    Brrr, it's cold as shit, liggedy split I think we're here G  Fuck I forgot her address, yo fellaz just bear with me  Yo Stevie, remember the crib she was tellin us that she chilled in  Well there go the block she live on and I think that's her buildin    Let the games begin I'm packin my steel with nuff dreads  In front of the buldin shit's thick cause all I could see was nuff heads  But I know them, we're spiggedy sparkin blunts and squeezin triggers  Bustin caps with my troops and a buncha other niggaz    Awww shit, niggaz is bustin caps, fuck that  I'm ready to find this crib, where this bitch live at?  Let's see, none of them kids right there heard of Shorty  Whadup Duke, any y'all niggaz heard about this party?    Who the fuck are you G? You couldn't be talkin to me hops  Get off that bullshit kid or get your teeth dropped  Cause out here, the biggedy bumrush is mad thick  I'm ready to catch a body so you might get had quick    A'ight G, I'll biggedy back up but kill the yappin  Don't play me for no sucker motherfucker it won't happen  Yo fellaz, let's biggedy break North before I flip  I'm sick of the way these punk niggaz always talkin shit    Punk what? You stupid motherfuck, is you crazy?  I'm liggedy loadin my clip about to flip, you're Swayze  I'm ready to light em up the four fifth is set to ill  So I tightens up my hoody so noone can see the grill    Yo what the fuck you doin man? (Blam-blam)    (Ohh shit)    What the fuck, now what?  Where your man at now G, what?  Yo Blitz, yo blitz yo let's be out    Figgedy fuck it  I caught another body now I'm back up  State doin a year and a half until my court date