| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on | 
| Yeah, my nigga, come on | 
| This is Digital, this is sizzlin' | 
| It’s like a vamp, it’s like a genie in the land | 
| Yo | 
| Bong bong, bong bong, BZA, bong bong, bong bong… | 
| (Beretta 9): | 
| Come on! | 
| All my real niggas push up to the front (word up) | 
| Oh shit, look at shorty over there | 
| Caramel deluxe type bitch, yo | 
| Ain’t know she suck dick like that | 
| With those big fat lips and those hips like that | 
| She said «Bobby, why you spit like that? | 
| And why you Shaolin Gods push whips like that?» | 
| I said «Ho, we got chips like that | 
| And Park Hill niggas make flips like that» | 
| And Brass Monkey, yea we sip like that | 
| And we might get drunk and empty clips like that | 
| Then again the Gods build like that | 
| Yo Kinetic, tell em son, we keep it real like that | 
| Carry 9s all the time it’s concealed like that | 
| Honey-dipped blunts, we get high like that | 
| Yo we dipped every day, yo we fly like that | 
| Bitches always sayin «Why you talk like that?» | 
| We B-Boy niggas, you know we walk like that | 
| Why them R&B niggas tryin to sing like that? | 
| And you fake crossovers tryin to bling like that? | 
| You know, my clique snatch ice like that | 
| Take it down to the scale and get a price like that | 
| Snub in the club, don’t be nice like that | 
| Catch a body and escape, pull a heist like that | 
| Up front, up front, come on, come on | 
| Check it | 
| Y’all niggas talkin shit | 
| We out here tryin to get paid in a major way | 
| Come on | 
| I rock a six like that | 
| From my dubs in the club, sippin Cris' like that | 
| Pop a bitch, turnin trick, get my ish like that | 
| Check the ice, lookin nice on my wrist like that | 
| I’m the shit like that, dicky-dick like that | 
| Roll with baller sheist types that be sick like that | 
| Set up shop on your block, flip a brick like that | 
| It’s the Wu comin thru with a chick like that | 
| Sticky spit like that, what? | 
| What? | 
| What? | 
| Nine inches, ho, we packin dick like that | 
| Six on the dice, we rollin licks like that | 
| Half a mil on the deal, we politic like that | 
| Remember '94, we sold mix like that | 
| 4 Sho, the whole crew used to sling like that | 
| Indeed, you know the fam, we was the king at that | 
| Guaranteed, now it’s Killa Bee sting like that | 
| And I’ll punch you in the head with pointed rings like that | 
| And why’s this fuckin crab bleedin like that? | 
| While you crack-head bitches treatin seeds like that | 
| My nigga Johnny Blaze smoke weed like that | 
| And the Killa Bee Clan run the streets like that | 
| Big Bobby makin beats like that | 
| Platinum on the wall, son I eats like that | 
| Damn, you 85's eatin swine like that | 
| We ain’t tryin to be cause y’all blind like that | 
| To all my thugs or who smoke like that | 
| And you coke-head niggas sniffin coke like that | 
| And you ecstasy cats poppin dope like that | 
| It’s all love cause we folk like that | 
| Guaranteed, now we bout like that | 
| Kinetic 9, Bob Digi | 
| Yo we out like that | 
| For y’all niggas gettin high we go like this | 
| Bong bong. | 
| Pop that shit. |