[Verse 1]   From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos   went from grams to kilos   Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and C-notes   game got my eyes wider than a 430 Buggy   no tellin' what the fuck I'll do for this money   stay posted up close with killers and cut throats   the thoroughest bitches who in they pussy stuff coke   as I cook and cut coke with the bakin' soda Arm and Hammer   palmin' hammers   think you crazy? nigga, my clique's bananas   takin' over with the Mafia   hittin' niggas for they bricks like Gracias   the cockiest, it's obvious, it's me, he, who?   confront frontin' niggas like "You want it? well nigga, me too"   what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped   makin' guns after they made yours   I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules   grin and stand over your coffin like "Hey you!"   tell the Devil I'm comin', keep it hot   for now I got my eyes on a billboard spot   don't stop.       [Chorus 2X]   Die for it   take the stand, lie for it   blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it   never tellin' or snitchin'   rather swim with the fish'n   mothafucka respect it, the commission      [Verse 2]   (First 4 lines with Jamaican accent)   I buy and sell bricks with my nigga P.D.   down with the team called B.B.E.   now if you want to join the team you know you must see me   buy ya can't talk to FEDS or dick R.I.D.    It's a cold World baby boy, fuck it, I'm colder   Animals on my back keep my warm, my armor   Frank Lucas persona, warmin' coke up in the sauna   let me warn ya, trip against my team you's a goner   infact it's drastic   a couple Million in the mattress   with a safe dick I say fuck taxes   rather endulge in duct tape pig tie tactics   crime pays    nigga, Nine-Hundred and Ninety-Nine ways   my destiny's vague, will I survive or blow trial?   lay shot up, Puff cryin' in denial   while my enemies smile, buried in style   Gucci suits and cufflings   sneakin' drugs through Heavens customs.      [Chorus]      [Verse 3]   POP POP POP! warning shot, who's to blame   Shyne mothafucka, don't forget the name   stretch the Caine, to cop the house and the plane   'till my Massacre, slain   brains hang from the window of my Range   fuck the FEDS, 2 green and one red   Firm tight, hold the dice in this game of life   Aces suffice   paper's a must   Fallen Angels and Angel dust   my team do dirt to avoid layin' in the dust   Million dollar portraits in my fortress   of course it's Po   bloodstainin', aeroplanin', Four-Hundred horses slow   Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know   I'm takin' over    'cause they coke got too much bakin' soda   they say money ain't everything   you fuckin' right nigga, it's the only thing   in God we trust, the Holy thing   I look into my enemy's eye    let 'em know you play fly you go out Kennedy style.      Chorus 2x