Nah, Nah, Nah (feat. Tony Yayo)

Got the shotgun, got the handgun

Got the paper in my Nike box

Burn the haze up, better raise up

'Fore you get your punk ass shot

We hunt 'em down, and gun 'em down

Cut 'em down to the floor - nah nah nah

You fuck around, the tre-pound

That's six rounds for the raw - nah nah nah

We on the trip, fuck up a flip

Hundred grams of the raw - nah nah nah

We on the shit, we spit a clip

At your whip homeboy - nah nah nah

Yeah I run the town like a marathon, track star, trap star

Teflon shock plate, front and back, uhh

P-90 Ruger talk, 38-special flow

Hollow-tip, Prada shit, flyest nigga in New York

C-4 in the function, the bomb niggaz frontin

I got it like they want it so they hatin when I'm stuntin

I'm hot now, I'm bigger than the block now

Rolls drop top down, Lambo top down

Violate get shot down, I live by the codes you follow

I jux somethin nigga 'fore I beg or borrow

I come from the street where there's strong and there's weak

And when the strong hungry the weak's somethin to eat

We hunt 'em down, and gun 'em down

Cut 'em down to the floor - nah nah nah

You fuck around, the tre-pound

That's six rounds for the raw - nah nah nah

We on the trip, fuck up a flip

Hundred grams of the raw - nah nah nah

We on the shit, we spit a clip

At your whip homeboy - nah nah nah

Yeah, this rap shit is fake if you really wanna ask me

I'm in the projects with a bitch like Cassie

Drop top Maybach, the roof all glassy

Level two vest on cause niggaz wanna blast me

I'm a menace to society, that's what the judge said

My kind of money leave the D.A. and the judge dead

Shorty turned 5 and he rep that 5

Shorty just turned 6 and he rep that 6

I got my crack and my fo'-fo' 'til fo' in the morning

Gas up the truck, fuck, global warming

My money be foreign, my cars be foreign

It's pedal to the medal in them Air Force Jordans

We hunt 'em down, and gun 'em down

Cut 'em down to the floor - nah nah nah

You fuck around, the tre-pound

That's six rounds for the raw - nah nah nah

We on the trip, fuck up a flip

Hundred grams of the raw - nah nah nah

We on the shit, we spit a clip

At your whip homeboy - nah nah nah

Yeah, fo' bitches in the European whip +Set it Off+ like Cleo

Haitian bitches talkin Creole

Rappers feindin to ball, triple-header, Christmas day

Navy blue Phantom Ghost, box for the pistol play

Why Comrade Mary overdose on M.J.?

Why Big ain't have a bullet-proof truck like me?

Why the club shot up? What the fuck you expect?

They don't search niggaz buyin bottles at Juliet

Yeah I just left Southside, I'm Teterboro{?} Westside

Money team live the dream, haters tryin to strategize

We work hard, this ain't come easy

Bitch slob me in the coupe, yeah I cum easy

We hunt 'em down, and gun 'em down

Cut 'em down to the floor - nah nah nah

You fuck around, the tre-pound

That's six rounds for the raw - nah nah nah

We on the trip, fuck up a flip

Hundred grams of the raw - nah nah nah

We on the shit, we spit a clip

At your whip homeboy - nah nah nah