Lyricism and life guns and roses   Rob execs take the pennies out your loafers   A lot of rappers but papoose the dopest   Supercalifragilisticexpealadocious   Lyricism and life guns and roses   Jack Maybachs blow the brains out your chauffeurs   A lot of rappers, papoose the dopest   Supercalifragilisticexpealadocious      My live crew pop like guy moo pop advise you pop   Wise new plots I ride through blocks and find new spots   Nah-uh you not uh-huh you watch   When I hop out the dread be like, "Man don't do dat"   Get lined up like five roof tops I cock two glocks   Find you behind new locks 'cause papoose got   Two knots inside two socks few rocks inside shoe box   You got two hot blocks who block you got   You dropped, you dropped you hot you not you popped you flop   you got to stop hops you not Tupac   Chew shots through blocks since doowop pop and koolats   Every last one of you niggaz could eat the ooh wop   I stack money while you spending your dough   I must-stash like the hair between your lip and your nose   Never partied always ran with the mothers   The only Summer Jam I ever had, was if my gun jammed in the summer   Cock the Uzi   Chip a nickel and diamond for a loosey   You coming through shining like we 'aint riding for the Louchey   Homie none of your diamonds don't induce me   'Cause yo I put blood on your ice, and turn your diamonds into rubies   Kill intent, catch my enemy at a big event   Watching while he party in advance of getting bent   Soon as he try to use the bathroom I'm slipping in   Sending guns smoke through the vents   I'ma add something stupid like, can I buy one of your cigarettes   Put the burner under his chin and leave the ceiling wet   They incorrect, niggaz spending money to get respect   They don't know the way to get respect is disrespect   How you cut a nigga in the face to get a rep   Real gangsters cut him in his neck   And if you catch an attempt murder that don't mean you a bigger threat   That just means you 'aint no motherfucking killer yet   My pistol send you to death   Rip through your Mitchell and Ness   Like car dealers you hit the deck   They hit your man with the Smith and Wess   Dump shots all in a nigga chest   You could see his bones he missing flesh   Stead of getting a gun, you run and go get a vest   Niggaz tore your man out the frame and you 'aint get the picture yet?   Dope fiends lined up making the strip a mess   That dope got them fiends online like the Internet   They tried to come on my block selling that fucking boy   Nigga my gun got fire like its unemployed   Say send me out the semi out they let me out I'm focused   Dessies out the holsters   Empty out the 4-5th   If I was a blood, I split the C like I'm Moses   Supercalifragilisticexpealahoeless