[Chorus: Boy Big]
See we gotta have it
Me and my n***as here to lay you down
Ain't playing, so hit the floor
And don't make no f**ing sound
We gotta have it
We move just like the mob, do
This game is real, caps get peeled
f** around, I'll have to murk you
[Raekwon:]
Yo, from co*ktails, 3-80's with the M-1, we bury the j**elry store
Posting, yelling 'get yours', we on Pivot
Coke pilot mink, Kay Gatling Island, Trini and Chi
All day gangsta, murda n***as, sleep
We at the red light, mapped 'em, drove through, as all block
Caught they attention, I leaned
Time Magazine with my face on it, how we position the CREAM
n***as is large, they all start scheming
Whatever, truck 'em in them leathers, we was stuck together
f** around and have to shoot off fingers, yo
You know it, approach the gla** with the maskes on
No time for freeze, just pull out and blast on 'em
Sat back, Denzel status, Man on Fire
Had the burner with the flash on it
Skated with six hundred and cash, he did the dummy
We splashed 'em, then boat it in a CLS gla**, we vicious
[Chorus]
[Brolic:]
Come one, I see my cash is getting low
And if I can't shake no dough, what the f** am I living for
It's easy for my heater, just to let these n***as know
At the same time, I will take mines to persue to my cash flow
You know you gotta be sick with it
Call up my mans, cause we about to go get it
A hundred grand is you with it, a smash for the cause
Looting to the spot, putting everybody on pause
Let me see a broke jaw, n***a, I want it all
I'm talking to all of ya'll, don't get it, you gon' fall
Or f** it, you gon' crawl, my n***a, we laying law
We co*k back the strap, attack and shake it off
[Chorus]
[Gravy:]
Glocks'll get at you, and body your position
In this rap, fire my ratchet, I'm shutting this rap
Caddy steel, face the back, or blown the f** off from rap
Reach across and blow this sh** out your boss in the back
Survived in a porsche, I rap, at a buck 80 verse
Or verse, daddy, let's do it for change
I'm forty eight hundred grams, one chain, the trend, a new range
Or any project bench, with all my sh** on
Flashy don, Gucci on uptowns
f**ing up cla**ics, gay baskets, D.H. n***as
Won't snitch for sh**, criminals that spit
Oh sh**, I forgot all about you man, twenty and change
Ferocious tongues, coming at you, redirecting your whole sh**
Blunt stole, dealing sick
Glocks'll blow chunks out your face, looking up in the sky
Seeing Ol' Dirty's face in the cloud
[Chorus x2]