Uh.

That's right.

Uh.

I'm goin all the way to the top

Fa sho nigga.



[Verse 1]



This is a routine 2-11

play your role

juss cooperate, help us reach this short term goal

our fate lies in your safe clerk, please unlock it

Nyquill, won't help us sleep another night, wit an empty pocket

losin my marbles, Lord please stop it

once upon a crime I Flow-9 to make a profit

and one day

did ya think a trip to be a fade

would get me a maid moppin marble floors in Monteray

betray me, degrade me

we'll see what happens

you sit, you won't survive my reactions

I profit from the

passion from bakin halfs an quarters

Fed Ex'ed to my cornas from across the border, uh

Is it a Datsun or Toyota?

My get away car stay far from my Jona

I'm solid two soldier

my troops they

dyin sad

Timbo boots go oops upside yo head

first the slang in the rap game became my second language

groom the truth wit the triumph an anguish

mutha fuckas take they best shot but they miss me

playa hatas hide on steps so they can trip me.



[Chorus x2: B.A.]



Don't be afriad boy, it's too late

it's, rilla than rhymes

I thought I told ya boy it's check out time

you wanted Rame to shine

ya neckline is all mine (all mine)

this time again we play to win guilty as sin.



[Verse 2]



They got the weed spots

scoldin hot

in the discrepency

weaponry

calls the shots (the shots)

you underestimate ya doom

get served proper

rusted brass knuckles in my highschool locker

laced wit sacred fundamentals of connivin

strapped under the seat of every vehicle I ride in

witness me

watch me

break the monotany

real niggas shall prevail

we do the ridin G

sacrifice my flesh wit Satin before you kill me

spread my blood over wax let the world feel me

Got a dubb of dope?

Nope, I got a dime though

good an bad playas, tug-a-war wit my mind flow

I'm sick an tired

of bein sick an tired

the white coffee on the dash

for the sake I fold the cash

loot

I be the last recuite

in the M.O.B.

wise guys wit them nice ties can ya feel me?



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3]



We got the block locked

it's all official

show up in Ginzu

shot

calla potential

4 deep in the rental

accelerate

smash the gas the story's often told as ficticious

I started from half a jack to accumulate my soul wit riches

look how we livin

everyday is Thanksgiving

achievement

for what I believed in

we all grinnin

no offerin

juss straight up chillin

we all kin

this life of sin what ever the cost is of quittin

until I'm finished my goal is set til the day it was mentioned like Christ 

is written

it's documented

this one nation under the Mobb

invincible

this shit is critical

kill off like a chemical

wit every syllabl

can't violate, sinilate mics

adaption

peep my reaction

we livin life right

this life is satisfaction

myself seein the light

so where I wanna be

my heart covered in gold

smuther me in all the bubbly if now she goes

til then it's on

a weed addict searchin for pleasure

my graduation was the placement on your radio station

realistic

my songs solidify wit your soul

the Gin an Mystic keep me tipsy when I'm ridin a Rolls

wit all control

fluxuate my talent wit gallons

you playa hatas want me out, place ya ballots. 

(ballots, ballots, ballots, ballots, ballots, ballots)



[Chorus x2]