Son of a b***h got my name in their mind I knock their women down and leave my drawers at their house Better not run up on Big Mo, leave the door alone Stangin' and swangin' on a b***h, what's broad jawn? Motorola, Benjamin Fuller, Style Polo Question this mother f***er, 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 But your mother f***ers ain't takin' nothin' from me Cuz I'm a mask, I'm a cash And if I gotta go, don't knock it, put it under the mask I'm still gangsta, man, you better feel that Ain't nobody wreckin' a shopper Feel that, get your wig, peel back, pill Mind your business, stay out of mind How you livin'? You a fraud, you out of time Daytime streets, it be too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a copper, bury your flag Daytime streets, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cop You're the rock street, it be too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a copper, bury your flag Daytime streets, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cop I'm a city soldier, and I'ma be quick to give my pistol a cop Gonna be dumpin' on a son of a b***h, body wiggle a lot Don't come around here with no head and s*** I'ma pull out the jaws of life and snatch your dong Move off your neck to my people when I call collect My bun, 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 anything except myself Cuz I might accidentally bust me out these guns on myself Me and the king of the killer clan and Disco Danny from the t*** Lil' kitchen spits your oatments in your Arriva D'Arcee 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? Run to my g*** like a woman or pull a gun, fool Ain't no time for decision-making, we ain't havin' none of that riff-raff I'm a g*** kinda open you up just like a gasket Downtown streets, it be too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a copper, bury your flag New York streets, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cock Downtown streets, it be too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a copper, bury your flag New York streets, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cock We got bars and stripes, bar and sprites Polite on mics, the type of cats that keep rods on pipe With they jaws on extra tight and they extra hype Bullets missin' shakers and they crawls ignitin' We gon' fan the fire, fuel the flames Get them brains, keep it gangster, 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 Farms and gags for any Tom, Dick, Harry or Jack Who wanna know where our hearts be at? Come here to clickety-clack Rockabye, baby, baby, back, back We can do it like this or diggy do it like that Crack your head, smile, hit your skull Capt. O, snap a photo for your folks Enclose your favorite pack of smokes, cheetah We ain't no jokers, cutthroat style Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Downtown streets, it be too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a copper, bury your flag Turned up, soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cock Detroit streets, it be too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a copper, bury your flag Turned up, soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cock