[Intro]

Yeah..

That's that shit right here

If you got some haze... roll that shit up



[Tragedy Khadafi]

To my jailhouse niggas with scars, Allahu Akbar

You learn when you see the keda, Insha Allah

Rest in peace, bagged niggas, hit em up in his car

Lot of serpents get between real niggas with feelins

Fall Back, independent guerillas, we get millions

Take it back, to the arts and crafts, guns and black masks

Cruddy like bloody money, illegal cash

Let me unwrap your turban, you feel like a virgin

Take the V, shopping spree, just go splurgin

Gracious in them pink timbs, your attitude is like I can't win

Mosquitos cover your limbs

I done fell and resurrected, just to perfect it

Armani stripes on my airnights, we on some neck shit

Double R, shotty splash niggas in they mancotti

I rep for Black Gangstas, shit on John Gotti

I spit classics like a 4-Door Mazaradi

The clearest vision, handcuffed, Max-aid prison

Delores Tucker gave me head up in the fed prison

Im feelin like them Black Panthers, niggas still missin

Assada, Cuban refugees in Grenada

Hucci logos on the lamas, lift niggas out they prize

Mahdi's the hood's livest, still in the projects

X5 fly, unidentified objects

Niggas say how you still do it

This gangsta's prolific and he spit that Arabic shit fluent

Was on before Desert Storm, bulletproof gucci

Camouflage Sean John, Lebanon

So, Bless the God, don't Stress the God

Come out them parasucos and finesse my squad

I know it's your first time but it's not that hard

Feel better once you leave this bar, cuz you a star

Put your lips on it, come on, just take *censured*

QB, we call it Kuwait, that old raw shit

Please believe we comin' back with more shit

Please believe we comin' back with more shit

[Right back, right back nigga]



[Outro]

This is hard kid, Littles said like this be the hardest little shit

Yknahimsayin, cuz this shit is real

It's all real, you gotta come from the heart