You got to get ya cut get ya coke, baking soda

Mix it up, whip it then put it in a pot Cook it up let it sit then it rock chop

It up bag it then put it on the block I'm a roach in a raid trap

I feel like new born babies in car seats

I'm 'posed to stay strapped

'Cause out'n the country likes collard greens and grits

With fiends like Spike Lee they scream fa Nicks

'Cause they keep calling me. Show me the Ben-jamens

Scale of 1 to 10 might be 12 like Eminem

What's all the fuss about shut ya mouf cut it out

Ya house I hustle out make mo green than brussel sprouts

Ya mad cause ?Al Capone came by?

in a cold new ride and took y'all paper

Brang a bar b que I'm a bark at you

And red shirt ya like a football playa

You don' sell dope like me

I's ride the bus with coke way before Tyrese

Cops, they sick of me Feds, wanna get rid of me

'Cause I'm servin' heavy! Diddly Diddly Diddly Dee Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop

It up bag it then put on the block Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop

It up bag it then put on the block