Sit in the chair yeah yeah
Uh huh yeah
Sit my alligator jacket on the flo'
Let that s**t crawl around whattup Game
How are you my n***a
Let's get this money you heard
Money in zip duffle bags shotgun shells
My killas gorillas n***az couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Frontin a*s n***az go hang with Pharrell
Tryin to be a
Cowboy
You catch bullets like Terrell
Owens call it T O he leakin like a project sink
Busted open like a hot dog link
Bing it gave me time to think yeah I did my f**kin prison thing
Came out still on point like the RZA rings
I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu Tang and I got
Killa Bees
Respect
Black Wall Mafia new millennium Genevieves
Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring
Word
I know Kobe I be on the floor Kobe
You know a n***a that can score 81 Show me
I got a
Cuban Link
To a f**kin O G
And n***a you're too close what the f**k tryna blow me
Back up
This the face off
Respect the don
Diamonds all in the charm
Iced out
Where you be
The strip club throwin ones
Where you from
New York where you from
Californ'
Big sharks
Me too
Swimmin in a pile of ones
Yeah n***a tomorrow man
Goin to take you to go buy some 18 karat gold golf clubs n***a
In the Bronx
This the face off
Respect the dons hundred thousand on the arms
Son where you be
Under palm trees stayin warm
Who you be
Raekwon who is you
Amaz on
I'ma keep it
Compton
Staten
'Til the day is done
Geah frontin on us n***a it's like
It's like racin a n***a in Afghanistan to go get some oil n***a
You gon' f**k around and get your head burnt
I'm a New York dinosaur Staten Island artifact
Hip Hop's never dead the
Cuban
Gave 'em heart attacks
Sleep in the woods target cats come from under the V's
Sneeze wrong course I'm clappin
Keep it movin homeboy the mac's always actin
Spit in your face go 'head lil' baby rappers
Can't f**k with us convicts Stat land
It's like actions cliques'll die right with traction
It's Wall Street money and two gunny's
Slammers is extra chunky yeah me and my red monkeys
Silverback sales are few donkeys all of us live comfy
Blow your head off like lunch meat
Chef in the game run the country
Take over the world little girl better stay out our brunch meetin
F**k with they paper their gun squeezin
Off top leak from the cop them n***a jumped this is front season
Yo man yo Game man
Let these n***az know man f'real man
We official man
They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute ya heard
Yo what if I was from Compton
What if I was from Staten
I'd be King Kong knockin down the buildings in Manhattan
Gorilla warfare
Shootouts real block s**t
West coast assassin on some real 2Pac s**t
My style's smokin like after a glock spit
Game get the blood money f**k b***hes and pop Cris'
Style like it's New Year's cause this a new year
Look at the tracks either Bigfoot or The Game been through here
The Benjamins won't stop and neither would a chrome glock
I kill a fire breathin dragon with a dome shot
Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu on stocks
We had a meetin before we got here and s**t gon' pop
Heads gon' roll Patron gon' spill
Fitted caps gettin peeled like the chrome on the wheels
Got a half a mil' sing your wounds won't heal
I declare war n***a who gon' deal
Yeah y'all know what time it is man
Bulletproof Diary n***a for real
Many may read this man
A lot of n***az might not make it home you heard
We speak for the real ones man for the churchmen man
All them real general n***az man
All them n***az that's out there man
Don't get no rest or none of that man for real
The Chef n***a Game whattup baby
I love you ya heard Superman lover over here for you baby
You know how we do it we go all over the f**kin world man
Get a lot of bread man word up hun'ned my n***a
We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man knahmsayin
Sip on some motherf**kin Don Julio or some'n y'knahmsayin
With two foul rings on y'knahmsayin
Couple of mean Guatemalians wit us
Half Guatemala half Somalian n***a
N***az ain't seen them colors man
