| My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa | |
| Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz not my niggaz no no no | |
| In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin lovely oh whoa whoa | |
| Sexy ladies, goin crazy, cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa | |
| Fresh out the federal building | |
| To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings | |
| It's the black widow, call me Miss White | |
| I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights | |
| Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get right | |
| Back with a classic, now gimme six mics | |
| Can't reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite | |
| Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes | |
| Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X | |
| Guerillas beatin on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X | |
| Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect | |
| My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed | |
| Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor | |
| Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator | |
| And I ain't trippin off you rats and investigators | |
| Get your envelopes, time to address the haters | |
| My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa | |
| Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz not my niggaz no no no | |
| In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin lovely oh whoa whoa | |
| Sexy ladies, goin crazy, cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa | |
| Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos | |
| So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's | |
| Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos | |
| The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino | |
| We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man | |
| Won't stop, can't gotta keep it goin man | |
| See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand | |
| While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan | |
| Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew | |
| FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through | |
| Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo | |
| Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too | |
| Coulda copped to a one to three do | |
| Still took it to trial, even though I blew | |
| Brooklyn style, that's how we do it | |
| Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it | |
| My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa | |
| Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz not my niggaz no no no | |
| In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin lovely oh whoa whoa | |
| Sexy ladies, goin crazy, cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa | |
| Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through | |
| You know where I go, man the team come too | |
| Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2 | |
| Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe | |
| In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al | |
| In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though | |
| Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go | |
| Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk | |
| Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up | |
| Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up | |
| Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up | |
| Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up | |
| My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa | |
| Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz not my niggaz no no no | |
| In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin lovely oh whoa whoa | |
| Sexy ladies, goin crazy, cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa |