Yo man what
 Yo y'all niggas know
 Yo you know all that bullshit man
 Yeah  some niggas don't even
 These niggas man
 What's the matter wid these niggas man?
 Nah man I'm puttin this shit up
 Fuck dat man
 Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again
 I know how to do that man don't even play wid
 me like that  Yo
 Verse 1:
 We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
 gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
 floss that anything yell endorse that
 Electric company money honey Gin Romie wrap
 'em like a mummy his style bummy
 Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix fly
 deuce flicks new and improved clicks Wu-kit
 Blood on the barrel of a desert out in the desert
 no shade'll live in my square blow the present Clue
 Red meat Shallah want adapt to collect acting like you
 iller on some serial killer you wack duke shirt off
 react like I'm bagging up stabbing up what collect
 a brick pop shit in the six trunk
 Nah nah man, Nah man you wanna have that shit again
 Why you ain't taking this shit to be something that
 it really is man?
 This you life man,
 Shoalin and desert storm
 This mic man he he acting stupid on me man
 What What What
 Verse 2:
 Yo, Aiyyo, yo
 Moseyin thousand dollar uniform you want
 Celine Dion chickenheads yo straight out of Houston
 Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us
 Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us
 Creepin' through the halls on a keyboard
 Friendly blessed dress and all Fendi
 voice rock don't offend me intimidation make
 me blow for the station rep for one nation
 Ghetto bust like revelation, analyse
 losin' two wives livin' two lives
 Crew rise American Cream new guys
 Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet
 Rappin' like mines you writing like mines they lines
 Grab my dick stay in line we come to whip nines
 Hold lot of carrying time and teaching crackers how
 to shine, oh yeah one thing recognise fucking
 wit the young keep 'em organised rest in peace
 Donny my soul cries, What
 I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
 Natural light up, light up, that's my word
 This is this is for Clue right here dunn
 Verse 3:
 I'm third rail though half seal and I blow
 Robert Deniro dough gundelero let the steel blow
 Here me yo wild Trump style dunns connect
 three hundred ones while floating like a
 ?macual chest bloaw? most craziest laziest
 All I seeing blazes majorness mechanic wreckor
 on a beige disc payin whether level bank rolls freakin'
 plain clothes Lex big six arrange those snotty nose
 pose dark skinned hoes crazy ill fly jersey exposed
 neck rolls fuck your set flash let those stare the
 Lex nose watching vet po posing wit the most fly
 livest gortex made in Mexico, Brancs fifteen five
 Celine Dion ties two thousand nine bubble eye shit
 *talking by Raekwon and DJ Clue*
 Clue Killuminati
 John Gotti story right here fella
 Huh, Yeah, Word up