Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this

Nah two thirds of the world's most loyalest

I'mma shoot em

I'mma pay the bail, I'm sure of this

I'mma kill em I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this

We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is

Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist in

Tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them

38's 45's, all type of Taurus'

About to hit the bong, pour the holy water in

Celebrating for participating and the slaughtering

Eating steaks at the same spot they killed Paulie in

Frank White's three in the quarter taping your daughter in

Columbia with the connect putting the order in

Nigga act we gonna clap like we the audience

Make sure you wipe down the strap, get rid of all the prints

Do your homework on whoever you go to war against I had 20's on my Benz, lent it to all my friends

And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy

And if I need something call Baby, I need something call Baby

And the streets was calling me, but a nigga had call waiting

And yeah we all went through our phases

We all went through our savings

Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shaving

And sometimes we had to be vegetables

That mean we had to stay patient cause they say you are what you eat

I took the star out of starvation, bitch

I come from a Third World, start rapping in the fourth grade

Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade

Dropped out a nigga was getting paid

This when Birdman had a fade

This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made,

This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two ***s

You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get and get a new cup

But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hem'd up

And all them niggas that's biting got they fins cut I know real niggas gon' *** with this

Like "that's that *** I be talkin' 'bout"

I know real niggas gon' *** with this

Like "that's that *** I be talkin' 'bout" And we gon' be around til yo mother***in' body rot

And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up

And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they'd get stuck

We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the *** we didn't touch

This when niggas called Diddy Puff

Letting Biggie bump while I'm sitting up in that big body

I can show you a dead body

Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters

Wrap the birds in red tape call them bitches Red Robins

Pops had Kilos, I needed one key I would've made Cops

Free my niggas down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners

I smoke by the pound in like a week, and *** the Weight Watchers

Got my self a brand new triple-beam, just to weigh options

I stumbled upon a gold mine I thank God that it ain't copper

Some niggas were late bloomers, but boy look how they've blossomed

Don't know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire

I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes

And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances

Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy

And get through customs cause last time we just took em

I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin'

And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga laying behind them bushes I know real niggas gon' *** with this

Like "that's that *** I be talkin' 'bout"

I know real niggas gon' *** with this

Like "that's that *** I be talkin' 'bout And we gon' be around til yo mother***in' body rot

And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got