I come through, niggas be screwing they face up at me

I'm like why they looking like that?

Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me

I'll put a b**s hole in yo back

N**a I, don't, know what you heard about me

That got you looking like that

But if you, get on some bullshit f**g with me

I'll put a b**s hole in yo back

Yeah, N**a what?

You're now rockin' with the livest

Beams on the llamas, New York City's finest

A drug dealer's dream, red jag, rim shining

Four shooters riding in the trucks right behind us

It ain't my fault man, the hood made me grimy

I hustle, get my weight up, them niggas gotta move