Ayo watch where the fuck you walking, my wallet's crisp
Hunnid chain in a pocket, that's the flick of the wrist
Little twist, splash neck, goose in the mist
Sierra, I slap that bitch down when we kiss
It's been told, they call me the black Sinatra
Who shot ya, leave nigga's screaming at the opera
So stop her, jewels is like from King Tut's tomb
Stones on my wrist it's like the size of the moon
You fuckin' buffoon, my clan '95, we ran hip-hop
So picture us like nine niggas, layin' they glock pop
So don't stop get it, get it
Said I spit it, spit it
Rock the flash, roll the saw, hang heavy
Glittered, stoned out, stark eat love
Fuck that tight jeans shit like OJ glove
Push come to shove we move hunnid deep in the club
All posted on stage, ex-cons and thugs
Throwin' straight lyrics, line for line they cocaine sniffers
Ill with it, so deal with it, that's a quote, J Dilla
These rap artists can claim they the hardest but Jo's way iller
And I started to stay put in projects like Ghostface Killa
Which reminds me, no more Mr. Nice Guy, let them pipes fly
Every word dipped in cyanide, trim his lifeline
Mistress Gordy payed her boy Georgie, the kid with mob ties
Chicks adore me, they don't fall for me, these bitches skydive
I'm a beast, I'm prawlin' from Stat to the streets of Harlem
Son of a smoking gun, Pelle practically keeps one on him
I've got this revolver, that hold like six rounds and the barrel's long
I pull out my six minutes, dougie, fresh, you're on
Pistol on me, don't go cutting my stake in the ristorante
With Ferrari's, trying to stack this paper like I make the mark, though
Stay calm, legendary like Ray'Quan
Pelle's nothing to fuck with, like Wu-Tang, flame on
I pour some fire for you, I make some hot napalm
Hypnotise you like Biggie, baby, baby, snake charm
Sleep in the trunk, where we pump, south shores on no fake dawgs
Just real life murderers, straight bars
Now here's the status good captain, strapped up, caught up in the action
Rat ass, there's stones in my Mascot, all we do is pump and fuck
Rock real sneakers, the teachers I have around me forty and up
When you see us, wan' meet us, don't freeze up
Do it with keys, put your team in a position bajeez
All the ill stay real, and protein we supposed to eat
Ya mind, no grind, the sun don't sleep
We never riff raff with Hollywood, homo rappers
We just the niggas on the roof, gun clappers
Fresh kickers, the rich niggas look in my glass
Compare my shit that I'm whooping their ass
Salute always, and shoot cowards, we exclusive powers
Put a coin on your dome, you're not going home
This a state weeded with prevention, so don't come here
Unless your money got zeros in millions
Let me hear you say!
Yo Pelle, what up nigga?
Sell your grind nigga
Word up man we see you man
Got your back, boy
Rep the alley, ya hear?
Bang! (Yeah, uh-huh)