The Gang

Lets get it clear,

Brooklyn,

VietnamYo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all

Lay down *****

It's the ill

Na NaCut ya **** 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 *****

Yacht if the mink is saggin'

Since a youth

I flipped, on some ruthless s*it

Had a thing for rings, bling,

Coupes and s*it

Some' bout watchin'

Montana come up outta

HavanaAnd rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer

F****n' with the

Cheddar Boys

Some hustler flip girls instead of boys

Keep filthy laweys, for when the

Fed's annoy us

We keep this s*it gangsta ***** 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 ****** when

I comfort ******

Motor City to

Brooklyn,

************ 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 ***** how you love that?

What you know about that?

Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what?

What you know about that?

The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** 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 muthaf****n' 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

ParksideAnd

Nostrand in the butter scotch

RoverI'm ah bad gal style like

I'm 'posta

Got his comrades in

Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster

Phone check!

********** hit the yard up

Comm stop

Mid-State

Brooklyn ****** 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 ****** 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 ***** how you love that?

What you know about that?

Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what?

What you know about that?

The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** 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 ***** read the affidavit

Uh, racin' loud pipes

Big f****n' exhausts burnin' the turnpike

My game so tight

I arouse dikes

You punk rappers should payin' me publis*in' 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 ***** catchin' charges

Continental

T's parked in garages,

Menages, odds is

I'm the best spittin' it, *****

I'm gettin' it

I admit it

I was watchin'

New Jack City

And f****n' with,

Uncle Paul got me dying to ball

Everythin'

I talk about

I live itAll 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 c*****e

And what I say might be held against me

I don't wanna talk,

I'm the hottest ***** in

New YorkWhat you know about that?

Macs and cash ***** how you love that?

What you know about that?

Doin' it up, livin' it up, ***** what?

What you know about that?

The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed ***** what it is

What you know about that?

Yacht, Cheddar

Boys, Streets

Lords, truly yours