[Party Arty]  Yo, we some known thugs, bad to the bone thugs  The feds got the phone bugged, even player-haters show love  I gotta give Tone love, we call him Trigger cause he throw slugs  I sold drugs, every year, summer to summer  Now it's me and Flow pullin up Hummer to Hummer  Gettin money while y'all cats gettin Dumber & Dumber  I run with cats, livin sort of savage, extortion status  Pull out the nine and off with cabage, lil' faggots tossin salads  Party Arty, I push the Porsche to Dallas  Bumpin 'Horse & Carriage', flossin carats  Everywhere I go it's thugs and drugs  One day we bustin slugs, next day love is love  Next week it's on again, we at war again  So warn your men, G.D., we was born to sin  Take you back to the origin of this  Grab my dick and force it in your bitch  Flossin in a whip, niggas gun, I'm tossin em clips    [A.G.]  I roll with puff lye niggas, do or die niggas  Triple homicide niggas, y'all still my niggas  Son, it's A.G., hip hop legend  You can catch me in a silver 7  Blowin l's with my brethren  Honey think she a 10, hope she feel it's 11  I'm a 6 figure nigga 'bout to make it to 7  And y'all rap poem niggas get slapped and sent back home  Got more hot lines than Tac - phone, ask Tone  Shortie want it doggy style, I hit it like Snoop and shit  Your plaques, they platinum - still ain't recoupin shit  You rock Versace, heard you boost the shit  Girls on some rooster shit, lovin me on some cupid shit  (Stupid bitch) I reek havoc at seminars, showtime  Like Magic and Jabar won't have it cause I'm Allah  Shorties wishin on a star, here's one with a dick attached  They think these wicked raps, niggas front, we get the gats    [D Flow]  Yo, I gangbang, let the pain ring, leave your brain stained  Let the chain hang, front, I'ma pop that thang-thang  Know them chicks remember a nigga like me  When I'm done them bitches 'get on the bus' like Spike Lee  The best I might be, burn you lightly with 10 bars  I bend broads, big dick nigga with 10 cars  Open you up with- Gem-stars- your mentals  Floss every now and then, but son, I been large  Listen, bitches acknowledge the don and polish the -one  Got gats with silencers on when I have my son a prophet is born  Ain't no stoppin us calm from droppin the bomb  Rolex watch on the arm, the type to plop on your moms  Trust no one, don't talk, roll on or get stole on  G.D., me and P, we get our muthafuckin flow on  I make a bad bitch lick the asscrack  Cause they turn me off with "can I have this, can I have that?"  Hoes even ask for half the ASCAP  But I ain't tricked since I was 16, bitch, I'm past that  Nowadays pass the gat, let me dirty the shit  Muthafucka, let me see how dirty you get  Me and my nigga ride around in convertable shit  And if it's us on the track, no doubt, we murder the shit    Yeah  G.D.  Party Arty  A.G.  D-Flow  My man Woo's up in here  Yeah  I'm 'bout to get my dance on  I'ma let me see how I do my dance  Yo  Let them hear that shit    [Woo]  (Oh, you want me..?)  My niggas be smokin isms  My niggas be stackin ones  My niggas be smokin isms  My bitches be wearin thongs  My niggas be smokin isms  My niggas be gettin it on  My niggas be smokin isms    [coughing]    Big L  Rest In Peace, baby  MVP  #1, baby  We love you, baby