Ain't yelling cut when it's shooting time Sign up, it's recruiting time Big wigs with a suit and tie And them big things got two inside Fuck worn with these ho niggas Dont do coke I don't blow nigga I don't tell niggas I show niggas And it's never less than like 4 niggas 4 wings and some french fries Hot sauce and ketchup nigga He telling and he hiding but real niggas will still catch a nigga I cop Raris, don't test drive em Home theaters, can't best buy em These niggas that I roll with don't let a single thing get by em King pins and them drug lords Chi-town no gun lords Broke bitches that talk shit, now them the bitches I stunt for Malcom X daughter came at me Looking niggas ain't happy Rolled out with some Latin Kings and some eses and them plain khakis Smack bitches, no smack cam Whole fist, no back hand Pop pussy on a hand stand, they sucking dick like a band camp Call Web and then call Nitty Queens niggas in it's all hoodies Kidnapping and then rob niggas Call D-rock for a biggie Pussy ass lil rap niggas I fucked with real trap niggas Pop star, icon but I send niggas come snatch niggas I'm with EBK, you on EBT Got a black nine, call it BET School niggas get a GED And I tease niggas make em B.I.G Got a money fetish, imma fly to Venice Got a big house I can play some tennis Lil herb, what's good I'm a bad bitch and I fuck good.
[Hook: Lil Herb] Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide When it's drama time Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin Leave his loved ones all traumatized One-fifty I'm really wit' it I'll drop his ass and then forget it I'm the man round my side of town Might see a bitch and forget I hit it.