Posted up in the cut
 to make a buck I had to sell nuff drugs
 showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs
 I had much love, from dope fiends
 plug 'em wit mo cream, my dangla
 used to sport Wranglers wit Pro Wings
 fa sho green-ery stacked up, that macked up
 quick to put the gat up an blast on niggaz that act up
 snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc
 I been broke, rollin through yo mutha fuckin hood in trench coats
 wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground
 I'm not play, I don't play though
 I'm out to get yo pay roll
 say hoe, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe
 fucked in the game like a dildo
 from the Vill hoe
 to the mutha fuckin Fil-Mo fo real though
 none can get wit this sick wit it man slaughter
 practice lookin harder than 40 Water
 niggaz all over claimin they foldin weight
 I caught yo slippin, rippin that duct tape over yo face an off the
 Golden Gate
 let go, I'm down to break jaws when I takes all's
 yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo one mo day like Nate Dog
 break laws
 leathal weapon like Danny
 slangin candy
 livin lavish about my cabbage understands me.

 *(Chorus- Knumskull)* x2

 Can't slang cream, can't lay low
 quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
 it ain't me fuck gettin fronted
 (Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a nigga always gets blunted.)

 Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*

 I see what you see, but you don't see what I see
 mill an zips come up the whole grip like Kadafi
 20 years of age, waitin fo the say someone say cap me
 a whole line of felonies on my rap sheet
 any means to make loot in the East Oakland Bay route
 it's all about makin mail fuck bein cute (whoo)
 that's the sound when it's time to lay down my hustle
 why there's so many bubbles, I choose to throw rocks like Barney Rubble
 can't lie back, wit a gang of top scratch
 I gots to move on, an scoot on
 now mutha fucka can you buy that?
 lay low make no mistakes, make it successful
 an if a nigga run up then make his chest full
 I toss niggaz that try to struggle off me
 cross me
 a gang of jelousy because I'm saucy
 it's not my fault that I grew to become a licksta
 instead I say moms meetin pops was a mix up
 pick up
 hennessy got my brain runnin quicka than I can think
 adrenaline pumpin about to faint
 ain't no shame
 can't be no 9 to 5 nigga
 the "O" is where I'm from, so I gots to survive nigga.

 *(chorus)* x2

 Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*

 Nigga notice I'm broke wit a loaded four-fifth gat
 the real nigga rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe an shit at
 he did juss that, showed me where the kicks at
 an big scratch told Knum to come nigga lets get that.

 Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*

 Yuk pull over
 park the Nova
 tonight's the night, so I hope you write about the yola
 I hold the Mag, lookin for the attack
 search the whole fuckin crib cuz I know he got scratch.

 Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*

 Creep up the mutha fuckin stairs wit the ski mask
 on the second floor in the drawer there should be cash
 but we laugh
 cuz we see task cars right next door
 but we poor, no budget fuck it, so kick down the door.

 Verse 6 *(Knumskull)*

 Boom kick it once
 boom kick it twice
 three times it's breakin an have the fuckin building shakin
 make our way through the house nothin less nothin more
 (where the kicks at??!!)
 I think they in the third drawer.

 Verse 7 *(Yukmouth)*

 There's more
 an that's a fa sho-sho I got the doe, now we up out the door
 before the neighbors call po-po
 to the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll
 in my sock, I rub daily cuz it's scratchin my ankle.

 Verse 8 *(Knumskull)*

 It's morn-ing
 we unleash to the streets
 wit 12 g's a piece
 headed straight to the East
 better recognize this game is bought to be sold
 that's why I pull licks fo some paper to fold.

 *(Chorus)* x2

 BIA-TCH