I make music I consider a challenge
Like this here, reminds me of Gilligan`s Island
And that reminds of Harlem, where my ni**az is whylin`
The only borough that was built on an island, woah

You f**ks probably ain`t know, if they cut off the bridges
We`d be stuck, forced to live on the island
But we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors
Ni**az still want beef than holla

You think you `bout it, get your piece and holla
Squeze the piece when I think it`s problems, do you follow?
A young, no plane lessons
Cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers

Before they crashed and divided the towers
I`m hurtin`, working hard to reprovide the towers, like
Bring `em back up, lift `em back up
Ni**az back up or lift us back up

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Y`all can`t f**k with me, okay

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Y`all can`t f**k with me, okay
Now let me hear you say, okay

It`s Santana the great again, tie him up
Bandana his face again
I tried to tell `em it`s no escaping the basics
And no escaping the hatred and no escaping the matrix man

Only Neo is me, no Cleo can see my future
If she did I`d shoot her
They tried to say the mission was impossible
I came through, crew did it, got it poppin` too

Two bitches on my side both prostitutes
Gray smoke, mobster`s suit, yeah, they get it poppin` too
I get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two
The fiends cop it too

Yeah, look at `em rockin` two, rockin` boat, rock n` jock
Stop and plot, hot a B L D A T
F**ka, this ni**a gotta stop, out of sight, out of mind
He gotta go, he out of line

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Y`all can`t f**k with me, okay

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Y`all can`t f**k with me, okay