作曲 : Barrow, Etlinger, Laurie ...
Lets get it clear, 
Brooklyn, 
VietnamYo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all
Lay down nigga 
It's the ill 
Na NaCut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y'all understand?
Ride with me as 
I race through ya hood
Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang
Pants saggin' in that 
Bentley wagon
Ayo that's my nigga 
Yacht if the mink is saggin'
Since a youth 
I flipped, on some ruthless shit
Had a thing for rings, bling, 
Coupes and shit
Some' bout watchin' 
Montana come up outta 
HavanaAnd rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer
****in' with the 
Cheddar Boys
Some hustler flip girls instead of boys
Keep filthy laweys, for when the 
Fed's annoy us
We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus
And the Street 
Lords and truly yours
Drive Modena 
Spiders and big exhaust
Bleed for the streets love the war
My nose bleeds for weeks 
I love the raw
Puncture niggaz when 
I comfort niggaz
Motor City to 
Brooklyn, 
VietnamNigga it's on till my flesh is gone
And even then 
I live on in gangsta form
What you know about that?
Macs and cash nigga how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar 
Boys, Streets 
Lords, truly yours
It's the "Godfather Buried Alive"
Ayo Po it's the ill 
Na Na stuntin' in 5.0
Went to Brooklyn with the 
Rugers out
In Flatbush and 
I keeps the 
Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out
Y'all got a mutha****in' problem when my dude get out
Dutty Ay bust a shot for 
Shyne get the 
Guinness Stout
That's my word 
I got the 
Berken pulled over up on 
ParksideAnd 
Nostrand in the butter scotch 
RoverI'm ah bad gal style like 
I'm 'posta
Got his comrades in 
Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster
Phone check! 
Mutha****a hit the yard up
Comm stop 
Mid-State 
Brooklyn niggaz squad up
I'm hot steppin' in the pink 
Staline Seven
I'ma stunt till big tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven
See through niggaz take they time like a man
We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me
What you know about that?
Macs and cash nigga how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar 
Boys, Streets 
Lords, truly yours
Money, cars, guns, hoes
Sniff some blow and 
I'm good to go
Eagle inflated 
Federal Bureau 
Investigated
Most hated nigga read the affidavit
Uh, racin' loud pipes
Big ****in' exhausts burnin' the turnpike
My game so tight 
I arouse dikes
You punk rappers should payin' me publishin' the way you write
And be samplin' my life, every line in your rhyme
Sound like you wanna be 
Shyne, and 
I don't blame ya
Who wouldn't? 
Young nigga catchin' charges
Continental 
T's parked in garages, 
Menages, odds is
I'm the best spittin' it, nigga 
I'm gettin' it
I admit it 
I was watchin' 
New Jack City
And ****in' with, 
Uncle Paul got me dying to ball
Everythin' 
I talk about 
I live itAll you hear these rappers rap about 
I really did it
I was designed to hold nines, and grind
Step out of line put you in that white line
Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change
You know the game jet planes and cocaine
And what I say might be held against me
I don't wanna talk, 
I'm the hottest nigga in 
New YorkWhat you know about that?
Macs and cash nigga how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar 
Boys, Streets 
Lords, truly yours