The soldiers, the hitch men, fightin for the dough   Allow me to give it to you, right from the door   Walkin through the steps of the rise and the fall hall   Of an empire, coming to the floor   Through the wire like eight on a string   Where they gon' sting ya when it comes to that cold   Soldiers, hoes in, vultures lurkin   Lookin for that work in   Hopin, they could make a couple dollars   Off another mothafuckin bloody murder   It's the problem but no hoe, it's the quality of knowin   that the part of gettin dough, is you can't be out of control   If you gets in the way of my paper, by my skyscraper   We can chunk it, long as you ain't crossed that line   You can put me on the phone with your boss, we could squash it      It's the meeting of the bosses, meeting of the bosses   Why don't you tell them lil' niggaz, beat it we talkin   Meeting of the bosses, meeting of the bosses   Tell them lil mothafuckers, shut up, we talkin      Huh, over weed, over yay, over not bein paid   When he say he gon' see you   Pethy ass niggaz, them pathetic ass bitches   YOu could let 'em grab dick, they'll never have shit   In this world, when you niggaz gon' learn it   That some of these wars, at the point of no returnin   Some of these boys, at the point of no concernin   Some of these courts, at the point of no ajournin   How many cars can you run up on before   somebody wanna war, ain't nobody wanna talk   Hit you in the die hard, niggaz mom's calling   Involvin the law hard   Cross taped up to the chest   Enemies fuckin with them boys for protection   If it's only one boss in your squadron   Then me and him need to be the only once talking      Huh, all you have in this world is your word   Your gat and your guts, that and your nuts   Aint no backin you up, ain't no after you gone   The pastor of the church nigga, that's when it's on   The path that you own nigga, that's where you goin   Clap if you want homes, and your ass gone   Now you finally gotta kill   But the snowball is rollin down that hill   Accumulatin size, by the time it arrives   At the bottom of the hill, it be count as homicides   And avalanches for the ambiance outside you   Countless mamas cryin, sisters goin Boo Boo   Niggaz killin 'cause of what they true to   Who's the villian here nigga, tell me what would you do   Huh, keep it goin, talk shit, squash it   You gon' have to talk to the bosses