Verse 1: Who macks the most sh**? smoke ya whole clique like roach spliffs Who's ro's drip enough to hold drifts and float ships? No mo' shifts, I hold enough chips to toast Criss It's G. Rap, the cat thats on your wanted most list I wrote this so you could sweat this and soak this Get the focus, the main family kid not the bogus We're crime culprits, put hot sh** up in you like posters Left for the vultures, we DT's pickin' up cultures Three-thousand volt ya just like the third rail And if you heard shells a herb fell Swift with the words well All of my dirt trail Kicked up enough dust to hurt cells Swerve the SL's, Get G merks well or shirt brail Curve the jail cell for jakes that wanna H-block those n***as in Paco's keep the blocks froze and the shops closed Where the pot grows, young cats coppin' the drop Roves Get the Nacho's, and no cops show when the shots blow sh**'s red hot though, the streets remain flooded with D's Bundles of Ki's to maintain a hundred degrees Main crime wave We handle the beef in .9 ways Get your mind grazed My teck-nine sprays your spine blades When it gets too hot on the block better believe the rhyme pays Put all you cats in cradles if you crave divine ways Diamond ??? rays blindin' you with my shine glaze Unlike them other rappers that get stuck in a time phase Chorus - Wanted for rude intrusions, major operations, distribution (G. Rap is down With a mafioso posse) Wanted for rude intrusions, major operations distribution Rackateerin', prostitution, and paid execution Verse 2: My corporation's body casin', watch where you pacin' Thug orchestration, this is live n***as you facin' We paper chasin', for that million baby we lacin' Fifty Caliber gat embracin' Leavin' you wit' legs without sensation Who's full of malice? Who thug the wildest? Act childish get your body sent to a stylist Who live the foulest? be grippin' cannons 'till my hands is callused Pile this paper longer than malice from Ney York to Dallas Purchase a palace, sip Collatas with the whole brigata Bodies get dropped while I attend the opera Land on Casino roofs in Helicopters in Las Vegas Nevada Can't stop until I got a Casa up in Trump plaza 929 Mazda, foreign chicks talkin' with accents like they Sza Sza Cream like Iri Amin Dada Thug saga, slugs burn you like they lava You and ya bimbo get hit up through ya car window See you an drift slow and let ten blow From out the darkest shadow My aim's straight as an archers arrow I'll spark this barrel Hit my target even if the mark is narrow Lay you like a pharoah With fragments inside your bone marrow Get your wig flown just like a sparrow Chorus