Yea, yea, yea
[P-Reala:]
I get it now a motherf**er got it then
My own folk is gone tryna get these parrots in
I'm on a bird with them birds yea that trafficking
G4 on the way to see the africans
No confirmation, we do tell numbers
With a bag full of bills like the male ronda
M.I.a, that's the high rise
No restaurants but I could get 5 guys
And they all got a f*g count
sh** ain't adding up we gon do a head count
See these automatic guns got bodies on em
I got k**ers with me this is just a hobby for em
[Chorus x2: P-Reala]
Homicides on my mind everytime that we ride
You don't wanna f** around and be around when we high
And we ride, and we ride, and we ride, and we riiiiidee
[Tony Yayo:]
I'm bout to fly to the caymen islands
My b**h from camden where them shooters wylin
Y'all n***az thinkin bout bloggin and them cheap hoes
I'm thinkin stash house and a speed boat
Weight up rooms think you disappear like david blain
Homicide come around nobody seen a thing
I bought my 1st trap and got a little heart
And had it ever since lemal was in linkin park
Jump in yhe hooptie, tie them bows tight
Ride on a n***a aim with my sights
Police comin, I'm runnin from the lights
Come and k** I'm a come back in that after life
As michael myers, slash all your tyres
Leave your baby momma residence I start the fire
As you walk your legs begin to grow weak
You hit n***a it's time for you to go to sleep
[Chorus x2]