[Verse 1: Don Trigga]
When I reach down in my ride
Take a look of what's inside
For young killas on the real-a (wearing afros for the sky)(?)
With them Tec-9s on the trunk
While we smoke on big boy blunts
Super crunk, in a daze, on a stain we just made
(we have tied this busta to the tree, there he lays[?] on gasoline)
Buck'em down to it's knees
Gettin' fool's his fucking cheeze
Left him in a burning blaze (that's how my click, we gotta get paid)
In the '96
That's why we quit the click to take some shit
Phony lookin' trizziks, talkin all that anna shit
B.I.G. ain't going bitch, 12 gauge shot to your...
[Verse 2: Big Gotti]
Ready to blast, so jump up
And test thеm nizzaks if you can
Mane daily remains the mission
Hе so sick of these trizzaks like quick sand (no escape)
For these busta lames, suckas to the game
Watch yo step (now fear)
For this playa, down to get bail
Bitch there ain't no help
Root(?) to the breaker
You lizzains off some gangsta shit
Comin' straight off S.M.C
Fuck off up yo ass and get dealt with
2 Thick is around the corna' (?????? ya)
Drop it off and don't make a sound bitch
(you'll get yo wig split)
For the '96 so check it
Before you wreck them trizziks lames(?) out off yo ass
And best to believe, when I creep I've had it(?) upon the mask
Rollin' with two gangstas, real niggas
Niggas that'll take yo cheeze
Creepin' on the down-lo
Is the mizzuk
Droppin' these bitches to their knees
[Verse 3: Primo]
Bitches
As I scope these ??? like clizzaks(?)
His body blows from hollow tips
That'll put you in the mizzak(?)
In the ???
Load them quick ????
I mean bizness T
Pull'em in the smoke
Stayin' no ??? playin' the hizza ???
But dig this
Is time for you niggas and bitches
To stop pressing in this pimpin', don't slip
(if you do)
You thru, (??? slam)
Kno' what I mean?
Quickly approach these ????
Let's see who's gettin' smoked-up
Take one of them flyers(?)
(is it strapped?)
Damn right, like Jeff(?) ????
Blow you bitches out of the map
Crizzonk up some blunts
And fizz up fire when I ride
Test me, S.M.C. the tini(?)
2 Thick Glock you in a blast(?)
[Verse 4: Gangsta D]
Listen Gangsta
Not a pranksta
Time to aim tha millimeter
When the 12 shots pop
From the Glock
And you know that I come
Straight off the ??? chambers
Jumping up off the Delta, 88
And I'm clean as fuck
I rob off you bitches
And take off you riches
I'm breaking the law
So you know what's up
Ballin' in the chevy thang
Doing about 190
These cops are gettin' so pistol mags(?)
'cuz they cannot fight me
I grab my gat, and load it up
And aim it at his fucking head
Releasing the safety, pullin the trigga
Now the sons of bitches is dead
Trizzaks(?), lay'em on the Cadillac
'cuz they showin' nuttin' but fury
I killed the cop, and killed the judge
Now it's one Hung Jury
Catch a tail little R.E.A.L
Comin' to his muthafuckin' biz like a mack-tra(?)
So run-up, or get up, punk ass what? Your nuts foo'(?)
[Chorus: Al Pacino & ?]
All I had in this world is... (fuck'em all!)
It's my balls and my word (fuck'em all!)
??? fuck'em all
All I had in this world is... (fuck'em all!)
??? It's my balls... (fuck'em all!)
[Verse 5: Lil Real]
Into the scene while you bitches slippin'
(put'em up he's[?] representin')
Comin' outta of the east
You don't wanna see these G's
'cuz I'm all about my pimpin, stayin'
Strapped that's how it gotta be
Kickin' it with my thugs
Keepin' it 20 on the B.U.D
So what the fuck is on my up, I'm loaded
All my niggas is ready though
Throw the fuck up(?) them gauges
So I now I can shake it
When it's time to blast on this hoe
Gankin' and stangin' is all on my head
I'm robbin' whenever I be craving, y'all
Bitches playa hatin me
'cuz I'm thuggish to the fuckin bone
Ridin' in the back of the ???
Chiefin' green, hit a nigga with a gun
Past me baby the swisha, lit up my nigga
Blow me anotha one
Mane I'm feelin' so high
The smoke is thicker than this bitch
Drinkin' the crown(?)
Bitch lick me up(?)
Hangin' so deep
There's no click in this tricks
[Verse 6: Mr. Tinimaine]
Ha ha ha
Now knock, who is it?
It's the Mr. Tinimaine
Lurkin' creepin' to the scene
2-15s, go thump on crunk and bump
Break down some swish-sh-sh(?) weed
Taking it slow like I'm drinkin' ???
In the streets I
Step on the ring
Ding y'know what? bitch wanna battle me
Chief my blunt, hit the gas, a hollow pimpin'
Partna, 3-15, let them dogs loose
Jackin' niggas, snatchin' colors
There's some bitches, boy I know
I got you hot, it's not my fault
Stealin' anotha niggas' style
You just got what was comin to you champ
Catchin' them from the blind side
In the skies woke up(?) the leprechan
Puttin' pistol grip pump up to you nose
You scared, guess what? You fucka
Surrounded by 99 niggas from the hood (put'em up)
Tie'em up and torture the son of a bitch
I saw the nigga shook
Took me to the stash spot
And family found him in the Mississippi
[Chorus: Al Pacino & ?] [6X]
All I had in this world is... (fuck'em all!)
It's my balls and my word (fuck'em all!)
??? fuck'em all!
All I had in this world is... (fuck'em all!)
??? It's my balls... (fuck'em all!)
