Yea R.I.P to the competition It's R.I.P to the competition It's R.I.P to the competition Yeaaaaaaaa
[Chorus x2: Tony Yayo] I turn my durag to a ski mask quick Fuck boy dead nobody see that shiittt I turn my durag to a ski mask quickkk I turn my durag to a ski mask quicckkk
[Tony Yayo:] Alotta niggaz talking, I ain't sayin shit I wish I had 6 hands and 6 fingerprints I got the glock 30, like an oakland nigga My gd's in the chi I'l smoke a nigga Black audi r8, homie drop the top Swing through the hood like the black barack Yeaaaaaa, and I stay with that million Like dream stay on a milian Homie I'm a don, nigga I'm a boss Lines get crossed, niggaz get tossed Nigga I'm up early in the morning with the dope in the blender Turn my swag on I'l be gone to november Low from the a.t.f, I gun butt a fuck boy he had a.t flesh I straight shoot a nigga 2 guns on me you could call me freddy ruger
[Chorus x2]
[Hell Rell:] Them niggaz know me, I carry dummy Lightning on his wrist nigga looking like lunchmeat Line his ass up like the neighborhood barber Revolver in his face before he hop in his charger Rap money slow, I ain't get a check in a while When I'm thinking I ain't used this rusty tec in a while So I load that shit up, mindframe I gotta make this cash Yayo got me bout to rob a nigga on jamaica ave Oh yea homie, did you see that shit Boy ruger turned his durag to a ski mask quick He got scared when he seen that fif Robbed him in front of his giril like I ain't seen that bitch Shorty walking around with his arm froze Nigga acting like all the pawn shops closed Don't come around me we ain't ok The big chain will make me go back to my old ways