Jeah, uh

Real niggas stand up, uh

Whoo!

Jeah, uh, uh, yo





From Cali to Philly, Philly to Cali

I deliver the order, haulin' a milli

Y'all niggas silly, I really don't want no problems

It's North Philly hot, really hot

Duck cops, send shots at idiots, really I

Got the mack milli I wet your squadron up

Oh! He don't feel me y'all

Nate go get the gats, we shootin' up they videos

Really y'all, ain't makin' a dollar

When my shit drop, it's the Roc, holler

Shoot you from toe to collar, watch you holler, pop my collar

Holler! Bink controllin' the track

Free and Nate controllin' the flow, y'all cats need to fall back

Holler! at your boy if you wanna get rich

I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds

Well they one of the Knicks, cross Free better be strapped

The rest of your life





All my life I'm. . .

I'm gonna be

Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes

Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah

All my days I'm. . .

I'm gonna be

Ridin' strapped, back and forth

East to west, watch your back





And I'm going going back back

To Cali Cali, is we strapped? Yes!

Private jet, gat in the vest, packed with the (?)

Hit Nate soon as I land, hop in the van

Everything calm and cool, gat by the croch

Travel with the tool, it's just a part the plans

And I'm from the Eastside, that's how we ride

I let Mister Sig Sawyer sing a song to your man

Yeaaah, it's the worlds most dangerous

Clique, the Roc, we get neck in Los Angeles

Chicks scandalous, it's just a part of the plans

I smash, photograph it, send 'em home to they man

At last, I'm more than a rap star, she bit off

More than she can chew, she's one of the fans

She said she know how we do, I swallow your crew

Break a playa off then then get a (?) for his man, yeaaah







Tell Philly Phil Free comin' to town

And we can blaze thirty L's once I get off the plane

And go shoot past Roscoe's for chicken and waffles

You act tough, hollows will stop at your mainframe

Hit up your main man, stick to the game plan

Your main man chick wanna come home with me like Cam

Get done with her, pass her to Cam

If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger

Spit murder, cross the clique, get murdered

Out in Cali wearin' any color, State Prop, stick to my brand

It ain't nothin' but crooks in here

(Whoop! Whoop!) Freewizzle, big Nate Dizzle

(Whoop! Whoop!) Get took straight from the club to the spittle

For shizzle, y'all gon' have to call the cops in here

And Nate from the westside, that's how they ride

Shots in your backside, never bust in the air, yeaaah









Whoo!

Uh, holla!

State Prop Chain Gang!

Y'all niggas know what it is

Whoo!

Back and forth, east to west

Whoo!

Freeway is in the house, is in the house, uh!

Young Gunnas in the building! Holla!

Y'all bitch ass niggas

Put your mouth on a pistol

Put your mouth on a motherfuckin' pistol! Holla!

Matter of fact, spray nigga

Jeah!

Jeah, it's the Roc!

Uh!