[Verse 1: Styles P]
Hell yea I'm pullin' my thang out, you gettin' banged out
b**h n***a, you sh** done came out
Kick it with a 914 n***a, four n***as beefin'
Guess what? my 914 n***as
I warn n***as like whoever will come through
My sh** stay kicking so I'm calling it kung fu
Master my own style, punk show 'em what gun do
I'm lethal like a h**n bundle, yea
The beat rocks from Pete Rock, the flow from the ghost from D-Block
Four pounds send you to Esau, in other words Jesus Christ
Man, my sh** stick together like beans and rice
All I need is weed at nights to smoke and rhyme
And I'm probably the nicest n***a to breathe in light
And can't nobody prove me wrong, I'm to strong
And the motherf**in' street n***as need me right
[Hook: Pete Rock]
Ayo f** what you heard and what you thought you saw
Been all over the world reppin' 914
Styles P and Sheek Louch, they wild fo' sure
Been all over the world reppin' 9-1-4
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Raised in the ghetto singing songs for survival
Late night, Valhalla, rollin' out the bible
914, every corner store got a n***a with the raw
Just bring your straw
Piff by the O's, p**y galore
Little thief b**hes get the monkeys out the store
sh** look real but a n***a ain't sure, yo
You know a real n***a when you see him
Jewelry dripping, white tee, you wanna be him
Burner on him and don't care about freedom
b**hes with him, other girls wanna' beat him
I'm trynna' stay alive, what up Mount Vernon?
Rest in peace two-five, Pete with the knot
Who else to ask for but Sheek from D-Block
Two guns down, calico up
I'm done here, pa** my cup
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 3: Styles P]
n***a I get fresh like Easter
Who wanna get sliced like pizza, while I light my reefer?
You could come through with your crew n***a
Burner go through n***as
One shot is knockin' off two n***as
I might come through with the Uzi, shoot n***as
Filmin' on Fuji, put the sh** in a movie
Who wanna' get burned with a loose?
Black tie affair, I grown up
You get stomped with the Gucci's
You oughta' be playin' me two feet
I don't need five, I gotta' knife you ain't leavin' alive
I said the green and cream Beamer is mine, the Z8
I see hate, you get the three-eight right in your eye
Yo Pete, play this sh** for the street
n***as licking they heat, got a brick in the whip on the seat
Them n***as no different than me, so they listen to me
I understand all the sh** that they see, what
[Hook] (x2)