| Mmm mmm yo yo YO! | 
| Yo yo, yo yo yo yo | 
| Wait my whole life, to do this motherfucker up | 
| Yo yo yo weed and Courvoisier and shit | 
| Yo yo, yo, uh-huh | 
| Nigga been waiting to get a Alchemist beat | 
| since I bought «1st Infantry"and shit, hehehe | 
| Yo yo yo yo | 
| What’s a real nigga addiction? | 
| Money weed and bitches | 
| Hangin with snitches | 
| Shit it wasn’t my intention | 
| I didn’t know; | 
| I knew him for years | 
| Who would think his gums were soft | 
| To all my niggaz I would die for | 
| Load my pistol up go out and war for | 
| Spend my last you keep yo' half we all poor | 
| No way to go I’ll walk you through my front door | 
| My ninjas do the same | 
| See when we was younger you was my mane, nigga | 
| I wouldn’t figure you would be on that stand | 
| Puttin my life up in yo' hands | 
| Pointing your finger like daaaaamn! | 
| For really though? | 
| We was just slingin oxy like a year ago | 
| You knew my sister though, auntie cousins, and my uncle Joe | 
| Cuz you hit my 'dro | 
| See my nigga youse a ho; | 
| remember them Cheerios? | 
| (Yeah) | 
| Ninja turtles on my grandmas floor | 
| I’m like fo' sho' (Donatello) catch you on the rebound | 
| You bound to drizzown, grave lounge where you sit down | 
| What goes around comes arizzound, the sky’s up | 
| Inhale it slow, keep yo' mouth shut | 
| Bet he won’t tell no mo' | 
| Bitch-ass nigga (fuck yo' ass comin from?) | 
| Fo' sho' | 
| Bitch-ass nigga (who the fuck you on the phone with?) | 
| Awwwwww shit | 
| Started around the bottom, ended up at the top | 
| Heard you was in some trouble, I unretired my Glock | 
| Did what I did, who woulda knew you was the cops? | 
| Talkin all on the phone to your homies about a plots | 
| Got me up in the box, thought that you was my nigga | 
| You got your sentence reduced cause you told 'em I pulled the trigger | 
| And I was lookin out for you! | 
| (YOU!) | 
| Tried to show him just how we do | 
| Put all my shit aside and now I’m through | 
| Figured that I would keep it Crippy this what this real nigga get me | 
| Locked up for like a century while you get chances of a Bentley | 
| Fuck, my old bitches while I beat my dick plenty | 
| My shootin figure itchy, but I hope somebody get him | 
| but probably not' shit I ain’t sweatin it | 
| Cuz got me hot, better get his ass popped | 
| Can’t get over how we was, tough as leather | 
| Man we did everything together | 
| Fucked our first bitches earned, our first cheddar | 
| Robbed the first nigga was down, for whatever | 
| And I’ll blast 'til forever if we had too | 
| But it’s all cool | 
| Started around the bottom | 
| Started around the bottom, ended up at the top | 
| Don’t let these niggaz know your plots | 
| Wha-word, wha-word, word… Q! |