Look

I'm here to make a mil off of fifteen bricks

I rob for can't see me workin' for Job Corps

It's Gates dog

A little introduction to me

Crack's D unto himself

Who else f**kin with me

Who got the sh*t in a chokehold

Who gettin that powder

Who got the candy red 'Pala

Sittin with M Holla

Its real life and I ain't got to act in a flick

Or make a skate and play like I'm blackin a b**ch

Young'n

I like the 5 but feel right in the 6

Its more roomy so I can feel right in your b**ch

Sh*t I drink Velvey Henny and Cris

In the hood they call me can't-get-right

But I can get right

It ain't a ho in harlem that can't get piped

Or any five boroughs

My 9 semi starts trouble

I want y'all to act up

Go head and play dumb

Billy Bathgates my name huh

Ni**a I shot ya

（Yeah DJ Clue Desert Storm fat shout:

My ni**a Just Blaze Enigma word up）