Hey yo B.G., pa** my drink my n***a
We gon' try this one more time
I'm back motherf**ers, get the mac muh'f**ers
Pull it out the trunk, clack clack muh'f**ers
I told y'all to "Walk Witt Me," dropped somethin sick on it
And I ain't put no one but my motherf**in clique on it (D-Block)
No R&B, I ain't have no muh'f**in chick on it
These other n***az songs, jail n***az beat they dick on it
Now I got a couple guests; friends, got a couple less
I don't give a f**, my bullets goin through a couple vests
This ain't rehearsal; you TV, I'm DVD b**h
What I'm sayin is ain't no commercial
I came to stomp sh** out, drive by or get out
Got a lil' money but, I'm used to bein without
So act like I won't put your face on the side of Chase
Then take your Ba** right off your little designer waist
Can beat you with the hands, but I'm packin just in case
Dice game, n***az sweatin, hopin that I ace
Real n***az f** with me, thank you if you stuck with me
Now the whole hood, screamin out a n***a company
D-B, L-O-C-K
Still got the turntables right next to the instant replay
First I let you get to know me, now this one here
I'ma let you b**hes get to blow me, talk to 'em slowly
f** bein humble, and f** the soph*more jinx
I been around since the Benjamins was in the Tunnel
It ain't changed, I seen n***az turn Bryant Gumbel
After that, I done wild out and didn't fumble
I even threw two guns up like I was in the jungle
You will now board, flight number 3-5-4
First cla** hip-hop, and we landin in hardcore
The music n***az pray to they God for
Y'all n***az judge it yourself
But if you soft and don't do dirt, this music might be bad for your health
Whattup? {*gunshot*}