Yo, it all began like, bust it
My ni**a City `bout to bounce on a trip
We met some ni**as with a lot of things they want em to flip
I told my ni**a get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I`m a hold it down on the strip
Good lookin`, word to mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I`m a bounce straight to your crib
On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town

Now, three days pass I`m still on the strip
Doin` hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project
When police come we stick the clips in any metal object
Throwin` a ni**a on the walls and try to search me down
I laugh knowin` that my stash`ll never be found

Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip
Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip
My ni**a hit me with the latest, greatest
He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is
He said he f**kin`` wit some Guyanese ni**as how ill them ni**as is
What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz
How they connect with Jamaician ni**as who speak American
And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans

And how they stay wit four pounders
And speak American to try to blend in
Like they ain`t obvious out of towners
Okay, I`ve never heard of workers gettin five G`s pay
For trips that last for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese ni**as be eatin` pasta but they love Zucchini
Rockin Valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can`t call `em
Rockin` baseball fitters with wild animal skins on `em

How they rock silks and tailor made pants
And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in the dance
Washrags hangin` from every one of our back pockets
From every fine wine to champagne them ni**as`ll straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential
Rock laced whips while the workers`ll floss the latest rentals
How they f**k with arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit ni**as and stash coke up in they pussy

After all of that I wanted ones
The way my ni**a was talkin` so next trip I went to bounce with son
So now we out of town with Guyanese cats
Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin` wit gats
S**t was slow until the main fiend was offed
Just like a thief in the night
And spread the word that we was back with the white

Ayo why don`t you tell that crack head
To close the f**kin` door and shut the f**k up
Yeah man and clean the motherf**king spot up, smell like
Break the f**kin`` breakdown in the working city
Yo go get the plates and the gym star
Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that
F**k this s**t

Yeah, see how we blowin` pa
The lookout ni**as holdin` fort like they was watchtowers
Buggin` on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours
So on and so on, s**t is good and we eatin`
First ni**a to short a package will catch the most brutal beatin`
The whole town, see we now own it
Carryin` on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best moments
We stackin` cheddar now and s**t is all clear
And we was growin` as workin` ni**as wit aspiring ideas

We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome s**t
But in the grand scheme these ni**as`ll love to have they own s**t
Now these ni**as was really ready to swell up
We decided to separate from them ni**as and make our s**t develop
Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid
We set up shops and watched the games begin
So now we ballin` like a motherf**ker, money was sick
Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin` the dick

F**kin` everything from the local McDonald`s bitches
With the biggest ass
To attorney bitches that`ll beat a charge fast
We used to takin` ni**as` custies and leave they set up on tilt
And watch `em angrily scheme on the s**t that we built
Ain`t it funny how s**t transpire in fact?
Not too long after our ride we took the winner`s stash, house was at
Some ni**as tried to run a jook with things in they palm
Not a problem so immediately reach for the John

Right away the gun bust! Straight lifted a ni**a
How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a ni**a
Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats
Leavin` nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats
Now we got this fa**ot ni**a blood on our hands
But f**k it, determined to fulfill the best of these plans
S**t was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall
My son said he shot, but he wasn`t bleeding at all

Word, I started buggin` when my ni**a said he feel cold
Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole
So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth
Flame the iron, not giving a f**k, y`all ni**as wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four ni**as who tried to judge
One ni**a slid and think he got off the hook
Now let me find out one out of them three ni**as we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese ni**as who buy drinks up for the party

He was the ni**a to flood the table with champagnes
Stupid motherf**ker tried to front, we had to leak his brain
Suddenly my ni**a fell to the floor
And said his legs feel like them s**ts ain`t got no feelin`s no more
More the actin` up the more the s**t I felt in my gut
The s**t was all over as soon as the director said, "Cut!"

That`s a wrap, good actin` motherf**kers, good actin`
That`s the s**t I`m talkin` about
Y`all ready to watch the playback?
F**k around, that s**t`ll be a box office smash motherf**kers