(Verse) Niggas pistol poppin like it’s 1999 I was 9, maybe 10, then again never mind Press rewind, back in time Before rappers droppin dimes Trap or die, choppin pies, with clichés all in they rhymes That was Gucci, Prada and anything designer Money, power, the whole enchilada Commas, dollars, the greenies and the guava They serve you to your flocka if you disrespect that blocka blocka Choppas on eaves droppers, fuck these choppas I’m about it Grinding like 2 Pac and Biggie Papa, yea you outer but I’m hotter (right) Car jackin, pistol packin, motherfuckin choppas clappin Metal jacket automatic, magazines hate on traffic Window smashin, windows crashin, pants sagging, fuck yo fashion Yeah a nigga run Manhattan, back in Cali’s where it happen It’s Gucci, Escada and anything designer Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow It was probably the robbers, the goonies and the gobblers They hatin a lot of medulla oblongata
(Interlude) Throw the offers in the airs, I’m runnin round and round Going back to Cali, I’m going back to Cali Niggas was whack, I’m really out here boomin on the west side You know what I’m sayin? Weeest Me and live ninjas seen death right here lookin out for the enemies ‘Cus you all know how we down ‘Cus fuck killin these clowns, you said it hah We getting everything, anything moving, nigga that’s it nigga Chyeah I’m shootin… I’m shootin at niggas on the side ‘cus you already know Yall folks be yappin this back nigga Fuck that black nigga slippin on the cash, I’ll make that happen with the sawed off
(Verse) Maserati like Atari With no car key, switch and start it New Bugatti, 2 Bugatti’s Testarossa, new Ferrari Lamborghini, system bumpin Man no worry, rastafari This the hardest supersonic Systematic, too retarded New Versace, new apartment Bigger closet, newer carpet Hit departments, cool it all Must set my goal if you accomplish Shoot or talk cuz you the target Moving targets, new in Compton Kill the game but still regardless Beat them charges, do the honors