[6-Nine - overlapping Chorus]
Don't let nobody else in this bull..
One two.. one two..
Is this mic on?
[Chorus: RAM Squad]
I see nothin but gangsters up in here
I see nothin but ballers up in here
I see nothin but dough stacks up in here
I see nothin but flossers up in here
[6-Nine] Aaaah yeah!
[B Backs] We gon' mash it up
If you lames want war, we gon' blast it up
If you think you got bling, we gon' flash it up
RAM Squad/Universal gon' stack it up
[** extra before Tommy Hill **]
[6-Nine] Aaaah yeah!
[B Backs] We gon' mash it up
If you lames want war, we gon' blast it up
If you think you got bling, we gon' flash it up
RAM Squad/Universal gon' stack it up
[Tommy Hill]
Yo, I spit six million bars, had sixty-six cars
Got drunk in over thirty-six bars
Been in six shoot-outs, seven busters
f**ed up, five clutches, stick shifts I can't f** wit
Had two rovers, had a land turned that over
Just lost two aunts, both to Jehovah
I excite the night, I'm like hyped wit my C-spite
b**hes know we eatin right, shorty say we look alike
The ice is real, my life is real
Cats wanna fight for my deal, like a big faced bill
I bleed for money, cuz my seeds need money
Plus she loves me, MONEY IS MY b*tch!
Mad Joey, all these rich cats, wearing gold rollies
Up in fast cars, playin David Bowie
Puffin cigars, rare B.M.'s and Jaguars
Cadillac, Black, mock-necks and strip bars
[6-Nine] Aaaah yeah!
[Chorus] - First 1/2 only
[E-Wreks]
C'mon Wiz!
Hustlin hard, under the sun, sun to sun
Put me on, throw me a ton
I f** around, I owe you one
sh** ain't the same no more, turned for the worst
Streets got deeper, f** my cell phone and beeper
Keep away from the limelight, get a grip
Get mind right, the Fed's trying to indict
I'm like a dissapearin act; where? Somewhere in the back
I ain't gotta floss for y'all, I boss and ball
[6-Nine] Aaaah yeah!
[Chorus] - Full chorus
[6-Nine] Aaaah yeah!
[Suave]
Let me do my thing; y'all gon' know my name
When I bust through the screen, it's the same old thing
I'm just in the game with a little more bling
And I got your number from that thing!
[Boy Backs]
I'm in your face like Biggio, Backs on the stereo
When I'm vertical yo, sh** is gettin critical
You raggedy, shaggedy, straight f*ggotty
See me at Atlanta, wit a rimmed out Caddy
And my arm swingin, no chains, still blingin
You n***as wrapped too booty and short like Flutie
I'm incognito, famous like Menudo
From here to Pluto, we like Popeye and Bluto
[Wiz Gam]
I'm somethin like a pelagon
Rap phenomenon, King Kong, Swing ron
co*ked don, when I grind I got the mack-thing
Crap-thing for the stat-thing
Y'all wanna f** wit us? (Bring your rap game)
Picture me, black on black, Caesar, gangster
Hater, wanna thank ya, hot like Sanka
I got the mobs, the blocks to go with it
Thirty-Four for raw, Willy go get it
[6-Nine] Aaaah yea!
[Chorus] - Full chorus
[6-Nine] Aaaah yeah!
[Chorus] - Full chorus