Lets get it clear, Brooklyn, Vietnam
Yo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all
Lay down nigga It's the ill Na Na
Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y'all understand?
Ride with me as I race through ya hood
Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang
Pants saggin' in that Bentley wagon
Ayo that's my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin'
Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless shit
Had a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and shit
Some' bout watchin' Montana come up outta Havana
And rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer
Fuckin' with the Cheddar Boys
Some hustler flip girls instead of boys
Keep filthy laweys, for when the Fed's annoy us
We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus
And the Street Lords and truly yours
Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust
Bleed for the streets love the war
My nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw
Puncture niggaz when I comfort niggaz
Motor City to Brooklyn, Vietnam
Nigga it's on till my flesh is gone
And even then I live on in gangsta form
What you know about that?
Macs and cash nigga how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours
It's the "Godfather Buried Alive"
Ayo Po it's the ill Na Na stuntin' in 5.0
Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out
In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out
Y'all got a muthafuckin' problem when my dude get out
Dutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guinness Stout
That's my word I got the Berken pulled over up on Parkside
And Nostrand in the butter scotch Rover
I'm ah bad gal style like I'm 'posta
Got his comrades in Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster
Phone check! Muthafucka hit the yard up
Comm stop Mid-State Brooklyn niggaz squad up
I'm hot steppin' in the pink Staline Seven
I'ma stunt till big tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven
See through niggaz take they time like a man
We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me
What you know about that?
Macs and cash nigga how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours
Money, cars, guns, hoes
Sniff some blow and I'm good to go
Eagle inflated Federal Bureau Investigated
Most hated nigga read the affidavit
Uh, racin' loud pipes
Big fuckin' exhausts burnin' the turnpike
My game so tight I arouse dikes
You punk rappers should payin' me publishin' the way you write
And be samplin' my life, every line in your rhyme
Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don't blame ya
Who wouldn't? Young nigga catchin' charges
Continental T's parked in garages, Menages, odds is
I'm the best spittin' it, nigga I'm gettin' it
I admit it I was watchin' New Jack City
And fuckin' with, Uncle Paul got me dying to ball
Everythin' I talk about I live it
All you hear these rappers rap about I really did it
I was designed to hold nines, and grind
Step out of line put you in that white line
Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change
You know the game jet planes and cocaine
And what I say might be held against me
I don't wanna talk, I'm the hottest nigga in New York
What you know about that?
Macs and cash nigga how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours