[1st Verse]

New York

Yeah we G'ed up

Act up

Clap the back of your knees up

Packin' the Mack in the back of the Beemer

Taxin' your cash and you asking to ease up

I want to rock now

Comply or get shot down

I know

You goin hire some cops now

Coca

Sun down to sun up

Kily Cartel use to be a runner

D Boy

Stamp bricks with smiley faces

Show you how to turn that powder to a hundred acres

Let's get it

Thank god for making crack raw

Now how you want it

The window or the chainsaw

Crack

Yeah I'm nice with the knife game

Ice pick change your life with one strife man

Too much rappin and we don't rat

We do it for them trap stars serving them packs

And e'er  nigga know from way back to Houston

Joes a go when push comes to shootin'

The four four will loose more then just a tooth man

A hundred shots will rip your top like where the fuck the roof went



[Chorus]

I think he said something

Bring 'em back to me

I let the chopper groove

And let the Mack boogie

You better think about it

Boy you better think about it

You better think about

Boy you better think about it

I got no papers on all them guns

So when I pull 'em out your ass best run

Crack

You better think about

Boy you better think about it

You better think about

Boy you better think about it



[2nd Verse]

This ain't for the niggaz hob nobbing in closets

This is for them niggaz that suppling their projects

Man catch beef say my nigga I got this

Right in broad day twist a nigga then pop shit

I ain't playin'

I got big guns

My niggaz barely speak English

They'll lift son

The strip is mine

Naw, you ain't eatin' here

I run this shit

At least in some recent years

And y'all know who rep the streets most

Terror squad we put the E in East coast

So be easy like T I said

Or them things ull pop up like a Chia pet

Or Chi Ali or any given clapper

Exorcist style get your shit spun backwards

Them pistols ull go your brain go's splatter

A minute ago you said you'd get at us

Now why you have to go talk like that

Get ya body outlined with the chalk like that

I guess he must a thought I'd a fought them cats

The oldest rule in the books

you should have brought them gats



[Chorus]