*** that's got my name in their mouth I knock their women down and leave my drawers at their house Better not run up on Big Mo, need to do it alone Stangin' and swangin' on niggas like I was Roy Jones Motorola, Benjamin Fuller, Stap Holder Question these mother***ers bout the size of a polar bear I swear, you better beware, I'ma let it go Leave me my spots in your hair Life is hard but it's fair, ain't nothin' for free Put on my malls, your niggas ain't takin' nothin' from me Cuz I'm a mask, I'm a cast And if I gotta go, don't knock it for nothin', man I'm still gangsta, man, you better feel that Ain't nobody reppin' a shopper, nigga, kill that Get your wig peeled, back pelt Mind your business, stay out of mind How you livin'? Do a crawl, you outta time 8th time street, dippy too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a cop or bury your fly T-time street, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a count You're the rock street, dippy too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a cop or bury your fly T-time street, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a count I'm a city soldier and I'ma be quick to give my pistol a count Wanna be dumpin' on a ***, his body wiggle a lot Don't come around here with no pecs *** around and pull out your jaws or life and snatch your thongs Move off your neck to my people when I call collect My bond, money under my bed Then I'ma jump on with a touchdown and keep bringin' it to they head Hell nah, I ain't never been scared of bein' a thang except myself Cuz I might accidentally bust me out these guns on myself Me and the king of the killer clan, the disco Danny from Detroit Niggas look, kids just spit your ***, missin' your Arriva Dirge Blue and gray or red and black, ain't no still trippin' cuz we dyin' Leavin' a trail of bloody murder through your city and through your time Kimmy, who would you run to? Would you walk up like a woman or pull a gun, fool? Ain't no time for decision-makin', we ain't havin' none of that riff-raff *** around and open your up just like your big sack Downtown street, dippy too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a cop or bury your fly New York street, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a count Downtown street, dippy too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a cop or bury your fly New York street, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a count We got bars and stripes, bar and sprites For light on mics, the type of cats that keep rods on pipe With they jaws on extra tight and they extra hype All of that *** Jamaica's and they drawers ignitin' We gon' fan the fire, fuel the flames Get them brains, get the gangsta, we off the chain Who run trains till they off the track? Wolfpack up in Playboy Mansion I help on his bunnies back, we got money stacked Arms and lacks, bombs and gags For any Tom, Dick, Harry or Jack Who wanna know where our hearts be at? Come here to clickety-clack Rock a bye, baby, baby, back, back We can do it like this or diggy do it like that Crack your head, smile, here's your skull Cap the hole, snap a photo for your folks Enclose your favorite pack of smokes, cheetah We ain't no jokers, cut throats down south Downtown street, dippy too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a cop or bury your fly LA street, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cock Downtown street, dippy too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a cop or bury your fly Downtown street, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cock