| What they want god? | 
| Niggaz know the deal here | 
| It’s real… yea | 
| I was told «get money», stack what I can | 
| Born In the Vile, a nigga never ran | 
| Seen niggaz get cut, shot, stabbed up and kidnapped | 
| Ran over, double crossed, killed for a stack of green one’s | 
| Now I live life, do or die, Marcy, son, evrybody trying to survive | 
| Maintain yo strip, cokaine this shit | 
| We ain’t leavin till we drain this shit | 
| Playin this shit, street life, but most of y’all hate Bleek right? | 
| I’m supposed to keep heat right? | 
| So you can haul the heat right, who really give a fuck though | 
| I grew up amongst cut-throats, nigga, we all want dough | 
| It’s a all out thing, drugz produce cream, gunz produce human beingz | 
| Nigga what you think? | 
| I got one, stop one, Naw | 
| Drop one, can’t stop one, I’m here till the copz come | 
| If you got money, everybody wants some | 
| If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some | 
| Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some | 
| When a nigga get right, everybody wants some | 
| If you got money, everybody wants some | 
| If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some | 
| Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some | 
| When a nigga get right, everybody wants some | 
| By my area code, you know I’m able to roll | 
| I’m a Brook-Nam nigga, we lock and load | 
| Dodge y’all, my hungry niggaz spot y’all | 
| Ready to bury niggaz wit 50 shots y’all | 
| You hot god | 
| Stop y’all, from poppin y’all lil nickels to morocan zones | 
| I’m making somebody cripple | 
| The strip’s the issue and my dogz will siC you | 
| While yo body bag flow, the body bag’s full | 
| I twist Kelly over backboard, ready to puish the Caddy on the curb | 
| And smack dudes, I’m wit O. G cars, flip Oz’s huh? | 
| Don’t sleep huh | 
| I’m tryin to eat huh | 
| Real to the heart, you real? | 
| We can start a lil somethin togetha, start frontin togetha | 
| Get this money right, muthafuck, hater niggaz | 
| Shots to them traitor niggaz, and fake niggaz | 
| Yo, muthafuckazz… | 
| If you got money, everybody wants some | 
| If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some | 
| Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some | 
| When a nigga get right, everybody wants some | 
| If you got money, everybody wants some | 
| If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some | 
| Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some | 
| When a nigga get right, everybody wants some | 
| Yo Dead or alive | 
| I’m forced to put the metal to guyz | 
| Raise my right under oath, I ain’t tellin no lies | 
| I’m wanted alive, last nigga try to survive | 
| Blast niggaz, you can ask niggaz how to get by Stay rollin alive, brand choclates huh | 
| Gunz so big, by time you see the spark, you die | 
| Niggaz ordered a spy, won’t stop till we all in the sky | 
| Or get caught bustin down the pie | 
| Crack a bottle for niggaz who ain’t here or doin time | 
| In the box, gettin stops, burnt blocks for dimes | 
| All my niggaz sittin, tented wit .9mm's | 
| Been doin or still in it wit crimes, Fuck the innocent kind | 
| I ain’t repentin till I die, gettin head is my aliby | 
| I wasn’t there when niggaz blazed and that coward died | 
| I’ll make a stiff make you niggaz raise up, blaze up Yo last days is up, Mufuckazzz… | 
| If you got money, everybody wants some | 
| If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some | 
| Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some | 
| When a nigga get right, everybody wants some | 
| If you got money, everybody wants some | 
| If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some | 
| Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some | 
| When a nigga get right, everybody wants some | 
| If you got money, everybody wants some | 
| If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some | 
| Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some | 
| When a nigga get right, everybody wants some | 
| Muthafuckaz… | 
| Faggot ass niggaz always want some when | 
| A nigga get some Get yo own u bastardz | 
| My clique gon forever shine for Nine-Nine | 
| Past three like the year, want it? | 
| Get it nigga… |