1998, the world most infamous group
Back once again
That’s right
Above the law
We be down to break *****es
We be down to stack riches
L.A., New York, Japan, worldwide

Now can we sit down and conversate
Conversate, and not player hate
I’m like the iceman, George Gervin
Come through swervin’ in a homie hella tight, suburban
Smokin’ on that urb, disturbing the peace
Release gangsta shizznit, that you hating niggas can’t **** with
Spit at yo ***** quick, quicker than you can say
Them niggas in Cali be having that ye
Be spitting that game
Gotta stay ready, for that out of town get down
Gotta put it down
Snowfalling by the pound
And the honeys out there
Love above the law sound
Big Pusha on the block we grab crown
A playa comes top notch airtight, no technicality
This industry playing me, plus my caviar salad
Me, I’m always fly, dressed for the murder
Yeah, Top Dollar you never heard of
Hit you up, What’s happening
I’m your pimp clinic nigga
Bout to pull seven figures
And bounce to the lair
And re-up at the fat shack on the hill
I’m in the black super sport, wit the gang of scrills
Stacks to weigh, gotta meet weigh
Chaos K be late, it’s some bottles working the corner
**** to hit yo spot, bout to creep up on ya
Now what’s the word we talking chips, urbs and burbs

I like the flossy things you wear
When you throw your neighborhood in the air
I love that player **** you do
That’s why I **** with you
Like when you come and scoop me
S-class on them 23’s, Hennessy
To the spot we go
[To tap this rapper home]

Now I’ve been known to have paper like I won the lotto
Smoking chronic, drinking straight out of the fifth bottle
I got staples known as clinics all the way to Alabama
Even my worst hoe, be a bad mamma jamma
Sometimes I want to jump back and kiss my pinky ring
How I do is so flossy, so clean
I know you got a lot of love for us
Cause we push major weight
And pack big nuts
We all about the paper for the most part
So act right *****, before I pull your ho card
Me and my nigga chase paper international
Punching out like a Grand National
All my niggas throw yo ro-ro’s up
And put some more remy in your cup
Now we gonna drank, smoke, get low
And hope that *****es can cope
I love it

I like the flossy things you wear
When you throw your neighborhood in the air
I love that player **** you do
That’s why I’m ****ing you
Like when you come and scoop me
S-class on them 20’s, Hennessy
To the spot we go

Just another day
Kicking out another ho, yeah
Like I said before, We worldwide
And uh, never forget
We remain the shit
Above the law baby
Uh, Uh, Pimp clinic baby
Uh, Uh we on the map baby
Uh, uh the alley cat baby
Uh, Uh, Uh
Worldwide
From now, forever
We out
One love
It don’t stop