(feat. San Quinn, Sean T, Millo)



[Verse 1]

[Daz Dillinger]

I grab a bottle of gin and take a swig of my drank

I got a half ounce of bomb so I light up the dank

Smokin, chokin, hopin that the day goes smooth

Ain't no tellin, cuz a nigga right here might lose

I choose to do it G like it's supposed to see

Funky fresh in the flesh it's the D-A-Z

Call my nigga on the phone tell him it's poppin again

I got a fifth of Henn now the story begin

It's been a long time comin

Runnin, gunnin ya niggaz back and forth

See I don't need no support

See I do it by my lonely, so fuck ya phonies 

All you niggaz and you bitches don't really know me

See I dump from the gate, huh, loaded with hate

Rob ya for ya cake, and be on my way

I'm so mafioso, out the fo' do', niggaz 'round here don't know, so



[Sean T]

Heavy in the game, unpredictable

Inner thought, heated is heavy

You can tell motha fuckaz turn pale

Ain't no love for you other niggaz up and pluggin niggaz

You ain't shit without your homboys y'all ain't pullin triggaz

Rock mail is irrelevant

I rise up and cause shit since an adolescent

I've been breakin laws takin jaws everyday ghetto life

Got me kinda Alamo

But still I got pulled like a trigga nigga way sicka 

You don't wanna see a whore anyway in fashion

I'm Sean T, and I stay lit off the gangsta passion

So picture me mobbin a SUV

When I'm duckin and dodgin steady robbin

Fuck the police I got you open like a split wound

Goin like you on shrooms

I'm shinin like a diamond, brighter than a full moon

Make room, hungry niggaz ride fa sho'

Avoidin detours, haters, and the sheisty 5-0



[Chorus x2: San Quinn]

I see a pile of gold I got my hands in it

Gotta eat so we think 'till we stand in it

Niggaz move smokin fast when they land in it

Cuz they runnin up them bitches and the lavish shit

Sounds of us can never have enough

If you comin with the bullshit then back it up

Sounds of us can never have enough

If you comin with the bullshit then back it up



[Verse 2]

[San Quinn]

We get it at a low price shit hit the streets

Now we all in the lime light shinin

Rhyme right, for my wrong niggaz after long figgaz

Gettin fake ballers never payin gold diggers

Roll wit us, we sucka free

Make ten mil at least 

Where young niggaz gotta keep a heat

JT makin moves with San Quinn at his side

Ready to ride, from East to Westside

Fillmoe to Long Beach out the crest side

KC to Detroit we got ties

Make the crowd rise when we drop a rhyme

We got to shine, makin moves after mine



[JT The Bigga Figga]  

Circulate, rotate we keep it crackin

Boss game, DPG, Get Low factors

You want action, hotel to motel where we all make mil

Bust sales it's so real

Live shit, work now and floss later

Countin the cakes you knucklin up with the haters

And the playaz, stuck in the lab it's been official

Ridin the tracks and we act to get a issue

It's official, comin to get you we makin moves we the dudes

Holdin them tools we got news for the crews

On the underground pushin them tapes

Keep the business over West you talkin shit in my face, bitch



[Millo]

The streets is watchin, like I'm watchin the streets

24 around the clock, I'm gettin my grease

My young souls, keepin it crackin

From the Bay to LA, tryin to stay lavish

Orientated, keep it in the family

Niggaz can't handle me, cuz I'm so savly 

Marinated, and leadin the team

Hooked up and got tucked with the GLP

Recognize game, when it's in your face

Hard hittaz, hustlaz, on a paper chase

We gettin laced, by the finest in the West

When we hit the front do' we demandin our respect



[Chorus x2: San Quinn]

I see a pile of gold I got my hands in it

Gotta eat so we think 'till we stand in it

Niggaz move smokin fast when they land in it

Cuz they runnin up them bitches and the lavish shit

Sounds of us can never have enough

If you comin with the bullshit then back it up

Sounds of us can never have enough

If you comin with the bullshit then back it up