[Intro: Jim Jones, 1090 OP & DUSTY LOCANE]
(Okay, Kino, I see you)
You know I'm on point like OP (You know)
Have Locane come dust one of you ni**as off (Grrt, rrr)
Only Harlem ni**a you know playin' Brooklyn like a playground
Sty' what's up? Chuck your body, what's up?
Nine-five, [?], what's up? (Nina Fever)
'Zoe life, right? (Rrr)
Don't get zoe'd out here (On hood)
ni**a we grippin', we ain't slippin', ni**a you slidin', where you hidin' fu*ker (Gangsta)
[Verse 1: 1090 OP]
Pussy
Know I'm on point, know I ain't never [?]
Put pain in these stripes, turn into Freddy Kruger, [?] (Gangsta)
Hah, say you act bad, know we act badder
None of these ni**as factor, watch how I hit 'em, turn 'em into Casper
I'm on a roll, run in the backup, I know nothin' really matters
Know I'm a pro all with this Glock, call me Jeffy Hardy with thе ladder (Ha-ha)
That's your b*tch, know a ni**a had her (Sheesh), ni**a tried talk, [?], gon' hop out thе cut, Brodie gon' blast 'em
I really live what a ni**a rappin', ni**as only live life what through a capture
I'm in the field where it's active, I don't need a pill just to get active
Doin' hits over, don't got the strap, runnin' 'em over
Always bossed up, never been a doger
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
fu*ker, ain't never been a doger, ni**a
You ni**as caught the wrong phone call
I'll have you ni**as booned off of [?] like this is '99
Keep playin' with me, Cappo in the buildin'
I got homies in Brooklyn, we be shinin' and bookin' 'em
[Verse 3: DUSTY LOCANE]