| Song | D-Game |
| Artist | 504 Boyz |
| Album | Goodfellas |
| Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep | |
| The south done hooked up with the east baby | |
| The colonel master p, terror, and i am krazy | |
| I'm thugged out feel it | |
| [chorus] | |
| Wuz up playah ya' slick with that | |
| Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match | |
| Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground | |
| For i show your clown ass how these hot balls sound, they goin' | |
| Click click blouh blouh click click blouh | |
| Click click blouh blouh click click blouh | |
| Click click blouh blouh click click blouh | |
| Click click blouh blouh that's my style | |
| [terror] | |
| Problem with terror take it straight to gun | |
| So we can keep it coporate give up your block and run | |
| Too much paper here to try an' count by ones | |
| Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young | |
| For you haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow | |
| If you see the new whip know to add nine o's | |
| Now i'm up to 2 bricks or 72 o's | |
| If you counting by the whips then it's 8 different flopes | |
| I'm heavy lover whether diamonds or broads | |
| Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars | |
| And what i hop in, its my option | |
| To shift your mass put chronic in your dash | |
| [chorus] | |
| [master p] | |
| Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby | |
| You come short i'm gon' bust yo' ass baby | |
| The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me | |
| I'm out that 5-0-4 to that c-p-3 | |
| Give me an ounce and i'm gon flip it to a brick nigga | |
| You got my scratch--you snitch then you a bitch nigga | |
| Hit the pen you probably gon' be a missed nigga | |
| So here's some prop for your motherfuckin tiss nigga | |
| [krazy] | |
| Imagine all the bricks in the projects was made of cocaine | |
| I'd be richest young nigga in this rap game | |
| All my money come in arm of trucks | |
| More cars more houses more hoes to fuck | |
| You wasn't worried when i was local nigga, i'm world wide | |
| You niggas can't take it, you petrified | |
| The let me loose out that i reveal, thuggin wit p | |
| It's no limit until i die yall can't fuck wit me | |
| [chorus] |
| Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep | |
| The south done hooked up with the east baby | |
| The colonel master p, terror, and i am krazy | |
| I' m thugged out feel it | |
| chorus | |
| Wuz up playah ya' slick with that | |
| Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match | |
| Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground | |
| For i show your clown ass how these hot balls sound, they goin' | |
| Click click blouh blouh click click blouh | |
| Click click blouh blouh click click blouh | |
| Click click blouh blouh click click blouh | |
| Click click blouh blouh that' s my style | |
| terror | |
| Problem with terror take it straight to gun | |
| So we can keep it coporate give up your block and run | |
| Too much paper here to try an' count by ones | |
| Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young | |
| For you haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow | |
| If you see the new whip know to add nine o' s | |
| Now i' m up to 2 bricks or 72 o' s | |
| If you counting by the whips then it' s 8 different flopes | |
| I' m heavy lover whether diamonds or broads | |
| Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars | |
| And what i hop in, its my option | |
| To shift your mass put chronic in your dash | |
| chorus | |
| master p | |
| Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby | |
| You come short i' m gon' bust yo' ass baby | |
| The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that' s me | |
| I' m out that 504 to that cp3 | |
| Give me an ounce and i' m gon flip it to a brick nigga | |
| You got my scratchyou snitch then you a bitch nigga | |
| Hit the pen you probably gon' be a missed nigga | |
| So here' s some prop for your motherfuckin tiss nigga | |
| krazy | |
| Imagine all the bricks in the projects was made of cocaine | |
| I' d be richest young nigga in this rap game | |
| All my money come in arm of trucks | |
| More cars more houses more hoes to fuck | |
| You wasn' t worried when i was local nigga, i' m world wide | |
| You niggas can' t take it, you petrified | |
| The let me loose out that i reveal, thuggin wit p | |
| It' s no limit until i die yall can' t fuck wit me | |
| chorus |