Intro

Hey yo B.G., pass my drink my nigga

We gon' try this one more time

I'm back motherfuckers, get the mac muh'fuckers

Pull it out the trunk, clack clack muh'fuckers

I told y'all to "Walk Witt Me," dropped somethin sick on it

And I ain't put no one but my motherfuckin clique on it (D-Block)

No R&B, I ain't have no muh'fuckin chick on it

These other niggaz songs, jail niggaz beat they dick on it

Now I got a couple guests; friends, got a couple less

I don't give a fuck, my bullets goin through a couple vests

This ain't rehearsal; you TV, I'm DVD bitch

What I'm sayin is ain't no commercial

I came to stomp shit out, drive by or get out

Got a lil' money but, I'm used to bein without

So act like I won't put your face on the side of Chase

Then take your Bass right off your little designer waist

Can beat you with the hands, but I'm packin just in case

Dice game, niggaz sweatin, hopin that I ace

Real niggaz fuck with me, thank you if you stuck with me

Now the whole hood, screamin out a nigga company

D-B, L-O-C-K

Still got the turntables right next to the instant replay

First I let you get to know me, now this one here

I'ma let you bitches get to blow me, talk to 'em slowly

Fuck bein humble, and fuck the sophomore jinx

I been around since the Benjamins was in the Tunnel

It ain't changed, I seen niggaz turn Bryant Gumbel

After that, I done wild out and didn't fumble

I even threw two guns up like I was in the jungle

You will now board, flight number 3-5-4

First class hip-hop, and we landin in hardcore

The music niggaz pray to they God for

Y'all niggaz judge it yourself

But if you soft and don't do dirt, this music might be bad for your health

Whattup? {*gunshot*}