(feat. Floetry) 



New York City 

Whats Going On 

What you been up too 

Yeah I know 

Bunch a niggaz nunning around with throw-backs and fitteds on 

Niggaz know who started the game man 

You know once niggaz start doin you 

You got to do something else 

Ya know what I'm saying 

Do bigger better things 

Switch lanes with big and better rings on niggaz 

Big nigga shit 

Fuck em 

Yeah 

Aiyyo 



[Verse 1] 

Listen, what you pappas read you thinking I ain't getting sleep 

Its way past the streets no doubt the shit is getting deep 

L-B-N-Y-G your local heat clappers 

Pass the pill man I'm fillin ill 

I'm sick of all you cheap rappers 

Get the mic up kid yo flow is mad trash 

The cast got you talking shit man ya mad ass 

I put ya bitch niggaz on from the start yo 

Plus I am the wizard that gave you your heart so 

I bust a few shots off all ya get still 

I run this shit motherfuckers you just lives here 

Never wanted problems it wasn't necessary 

But I'm a bury niggaz quick fast in a hurry 

These fuckers think I'm something sweet because I love the women 

Ok these niggaz want problems its problems that I'm giving 

The crack started us off the hook and don't look for trouble 

This lifestyle I live it we give it to you double 



[Chorus] 

The bank shit official crack stars is who I hang with 

Tote my slang with lets give that dude the same shit 

The guns pop off of those that come to close to 

The fam niggaz track you strike back, yo we supposed to 



The bank shit official crack stars is who I hang with 

Tote my slang with shit give that dude the same shit 

The guns pop off of those that come to close to 

The fam niggaz track you strike back yo we supposed to 



[Verse 2] 

Aiyyo 

These new niggaz run around like they been done it 

You just spark enough faggot ass I've been blunted 

I gotta team in every borough New York nigga 

Watch how you talk, watch where you walk nigga 

These jumps wear their steak suits so lets eat ‘em up 

They ain't worth it because I let our bitches beat ‘em up 

Fuck the star shit I'm up in the bar with 

Cast a hustle of the prove we got muscle man 

Before you haters out there that can't see me 

Mad because your girlfriend bump my CD 

Your read easy live with your corny stash 

Or get gun up when we run up on your corny ass 

Back up off us nigga you the softest 

Actin like you sold crack with coppers and officers 

Flash back shell-toe thick strings and jewelery 

RIP to Freaky-Tah Mike and Cooly-B 



[Chorus] 



[Verse 3] 

I keeps a Yankee fitted on tracks is spitted on 

I have no problems showing mine we can get it on 

Its never hate believe me its strictly fact yo 

Your corny rap flow match your corny rap show 

Shine ahead niggaz time to get niggaz 

How y'all coming with that bullshit you spit niggaz 

Take a time out you really not moving nothing 

Killing me with your fronting like your moving something 

To them so called friends of mine that gayed out 

You niggaz played out I'm glad you niggaz stayed out 

Fuck the crab shit the best of friends is living well 

I know you niggaz see me doing me I'm giving hell 

Pass the mic crew never did like you 

Getting comfortable niggaz ain't invite you 

You lame niggaz I'm as hot as a flame niggaz 

You know why I'm in this game niggaz 



[Chorus] 



[Verse 4: Floetry] 

This cowards walking with a complex here 

We drop him so quick we from the crib to the film set 

Ain't nothing new about the soul or new about your flow 

If you want your stripes you got to earn them yo 

This goes out to you and you and you 

And if you feel it in your heart yo it must be true 

Walk how you walk and do what you do 

Live while you live we're the proof so we're supposed to 



[Chorus]