[Intro: Carlton Fisk]

Ya'll mothafuckas gon' find out what it really is out here

Staten Island, 'bout a thousand niggaz handlin' pipes

Fuck y'all niggaz think, what's wrong with y'all?

Ya'll niggaz stupid or somethin'?

We gon' get at you, Carlton Fisk

The big G with the O in the front, nigga

Fuck around if you want to, faggots

We got y'all niggaz, watch it! Y. Mil!



[Carlton Fisk:]

I'm from where, little niggaz stash cracks in they ass

Don't trust fiends, keep a lighter seal in they bags

In the day we might, hug and laugh

But tomorrow, it's a different day, do somethin', I'm on your ass

Get a grip on yourself son, 'fore you get splashed

A room was circulatin' the ave



[Interlude: Carlton Fisk (Donnie Cash)]

[sirens]

Yo there they go, mothafucka, I'mma kill you!

Yo, bitch ass! Oh he runnin' too, word to mother

Yo where Donnie at? (Yo, I got 'em)

Get that bitch, run nigga yeah, mothafucka!

[gunshots]



[Donnie Cash:]

D.C. a family man, so when I'm spittin' nigga

Ya'll can all get it like a family plan

And I ain't missin', I ain't takin' a chance

Plan to wake in advance

Play my position, never breakin' my stance

Ya'll the niggaz that be takin' the stand

I'm never snitchin', bitch I'm straight in the can

Still pitchin', move weight when I can

In the kitchen with the bass in the pan

And from the kitchen, dogs, straight through the fan

And the missions for the gate to expand

Hit every state, what it takes to a fan

Hit every tape with it, I'm straight with the fans

So I'm still gettin' cake in advance

But I pray that I don't make the advance

But I know I gotta make it dog, and if I gotta take it, I am

You could reach for it, I'm breakin' your hands

And squeeze the heater in your face to a jam

Cause I'm eager to escape from this land

Where the eagles and the snakes are scammed

And leave me sleepin' in the lake with clams

It's D.C., I'm a ape of a man

D.C., I'm a ape of a man