Yeah, make a move y'all, which part you won't loseThe clip is loaded, the quadro is on cruiseI'm back to work, the clock off snoozeI'm tougher than Levin, I cannot bruiseYou wanna try it, hard to the God, come here butterflyin'Shoes on out, weeks later, throw your shoes on outI'm the, the great Mario Puzo boutClear this out, blood on the hopscotch floorShells in the sandbox, with big glocksLate night, movin' that junk, like Red FoxNow, you don't want nothin' about meYou can come with the AlkySmokin', keep the cancer peace on itCall, get whenever I want itMack Daddy, no, Pimp Daddy, noHammer cock, yeah, let that goI ain't heard ish in a long, long timeFever, around with even one of my rhymesAnd they're livin' off their petty crimesThe Hossa hater, LaCoste gatorLevi's hundred to the Mr. Chow waiterPut up streets, sickin'Whole eats, sickin'Sweet, yo, get beatNow, me out, they wanna flip around with meYou can come and get a fresh buck fiftyWe got guns, money, liquor, drugsRight here until they come get meNow, me out, they wanna flip around with meYou can come and get a fresh buck fiftyWe got guns, money, liquor, drugsRight here until they come get meYo, listen here, you ain't dead if your heart ain't stoppedTwin forties, you ain't gotta ask, are they cocks?I'm so sharp, I could come through and scar they blockLate night, redlining in a R8 dropAnd I'm only tuckin' them until I shoot yaWhen I pull them out, that's when I'm ***in' with your futureYou gon' realize this is nothin' that you used toGet your life tooken by a boosterThen we gon' hang the noose up, it's all over withAll they found was his Louis scarf with his DNA all over itWho's choosin' and pickin' them?Cause I'm sick of them, not followin' the curriculumIt's my *** and I'm evictin' themWhoever feel like they ain't gotta leave, I'm rippin' themEven though the love's frail, the thug's realAll you gotta do is just follow the blood trailMuch harder fightin' when the battle is uphillWhatever the knife can't handle, the slug willKeep a good lawyer, that's smart, work on casesStill gotta run from the narcs, they gon' chase usIn case I gotta put some artwork on facesIf we leave the game for God, they gon' mace usMy suggestion is that you don't even test, sonUnless you wanna catch a fresh oneNow me out there wanna *** around with meYou can come and get a fresh buck fiftyWe got guns, money, liquor, drugsBe right here until they come get meNow me out there wanna *** around with meYou can come and get a fresh buck fiftyWe got guns, money, liquor, drugsBe right here until they come get meNow me out there wanna *** around with meYou can come and get a fresh buck fiftyWe got guns, money, liquor, drugsBe right here until they come get me