[Verse 1: Quilly]

Uh, yeah

Perc Nowitzki, Pill Cosby, Pill Bellamy

Riding round' wit 25 to life; all felonies

New cheese, Blue beans, old hundreds and celery

Lawyer paid off, if they book me then he bailing me

The numbers high and they stepped on, fuck is you selling me?

The MAC on the shoestring blacker than Dick Greggory

Riding round' with instinct, origin and Pedigree

Most you niggas' told, I ain't hearing what you telling me

We the ones that kept it a hundred and never told

You the one that got on the stand and broke the code

It's fucked up they rattin' and clappin', these niggas' bold

I'm bringing my long sleeves out, it's gettin' cold

I'm the new sound, new wave, new era

Suit gettin' fitted; compliments to my tailor

I can smell success, this the opposite of failure

Kept us above water, I'm the captain and the sailor

I know these niggas' jealous, they gon' send the cops to jail us

Tuck the work, only thing left; paraphernalia

I know they wanna break up the family like Roc-A-Fella

All your beats track, you should of went acapella

Whole closet drum sets, you don't want none of that

Work out all through the winter until the summer back

Packs doin' sit ups and squats, the rocks; jumping jacks

Clinton Portis, my youngin' get them packs and run it back

Watch for the cops, roll over if you fumble that

It's kool if you fuck my money up, you bringin' double back

Hustle this, hustle that, hustle pills, hustle crack

Sonic in the pot, watch me bring that bill Russell back

Penfield Canadian goose with the lumberjack

Spin your block with them drums, bring them [?} back

Fuck your bitch, give her back to you and get my number back

Big Tymer, Quilly Mannie Fresh in that Hummer black

No limit, Master P, C-Murder

Not New Orleans though, Haines & Magnolia

Smokers hit the Yola, get slim like Soulja

Nothing but cocaine and Guns, go open my folder

Rap sheet longer than a tail on a cobra

Angel on my right, devil on my left shoulder

Tellin' me to kill these niggas' like Ebola

4 oz of Coca, lil' baking soda

Heat the pyrex and then I stretch like yoga

She gon' shine the choppa if she got that super soaker

Grand slam then I send her home; Sammy Sosa

Pop 3 30's, get a sprite soda, mix the yellow up with the purple

Minnesota