(Talking)  Shoutout to Fam-Lay  ughhhhhh    (Hook)  when you think of boss niggas think of me  cause if theres a stressin aint no question at his side (spitta)  altough i conceal my identity  beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes  they know that nigga stuntin  he be gettin money  they know that nigga ballin  the hoes he all fuckin  they know that nigga famous  they know that nigga blingin  and they know the niggas i be wit is too dangerous (fly society)  ughhhh    (Verse 1)    nigga skip all the bull shit  red and black jordan number 1's, im on my bulls shit  hustle like grocery carts, you push it  nigga spend good money on it if its good shit  im on the set wit young roddy on this hood shit  chillin like a villain, hope the popo dont ruin it  chicks dig what i spit, tell me to keep doin it  chicks whipped by the dick, want me to keep doin it  cant get what i get, i cop kicks numerous  limited editions, spitta shop for exclusiveness  fuck fuckin wit fuck boys and they fuckin foolishness  got ya homies watchin ya back like a big booty bitch  cuz ya cant maneuver the mat without losin it  jack boys screamin on ya, makin ya move ya shit  i might see two, but they dont reach in my cooler slick  try to catch a cold, ya catch an uzi clip  yeaaaaaa    (Hook)  when you think of boss niggas think of me  cause if theres a stressin aint no question at his side (spitta)  altough i conceal my identity  beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes  they know that nigga stuntin  he be gettin money  they know that nigga ballin  the hoes he off fuckin  they know that nigga famous  they know that nigga blingin  and they know the niggas i be wit is too dangerous  ughhhh    there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  spitter spitta  ughhhh    (Verse 2)  the band on my watch is ceramic  bezzle got the same rocks that dropped the titanic  people talk about him, word of mouth is gigantic  rappers gettin worried, they just startin to panic  hope ya didnt blow ya advance, you better manage  the few cents you got left, cuz thats ya last chips  hot spitta no longer next, i am the present  ya girl ask santa for me, cuz im her present  telescope on the balcony, watching the planets  telephone ringin, im too high to answer it  tell my homie bring me a pack of them ziz zags'  gonna be a high time like the fuckin magazine  if ya song wack, i'll heal the cut, im bandaged  cluckers say one time, and the dope boys vanished  like the joint im smokin right now, after the last hit  im toasted like a quiznos sandwich  spitta    (Hook)  when you think of boss niggas think of me  cause if theres a stressin aint no question at his side (spitta)  altough i conceal my identity  beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes  they know that nigga stuntin  he be gettin money  they know that nigga ballin  the hoes he off fuckin  they know that nigga famous  they know that nigga blingin  and they know the niggas i be wit is too dangerous  ughhhh    there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  there go the airplane.... schwooosh....  uh uh ughhhh (echoes)    these lyrics are submitted by F.S. JET SET