(feat. Buddah Bless, Eyeslow, Ghostface Killah, Hot Flame)



[Ghostface Killah]

Walked up in the party like Riz', Ghost, Meth

Allah's on the wheels, Chef on the left

Fifty rep chin ups, the Wu rims up

Put down the Heine' for a sec, tie my Timb's up

Cake the Benz up, Starks ole'

Got the summer house crib, beats spun, murder you, than lay

Ric Flair cabbage and carrots, big exotic boat trips

The honey motion, wind up in Paris



[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

Had a bad dream and it came to me

That I died and went to heaven, ain't have no weed

God said "Son, let me see your ID"

(Buddah Bless) gotta be right behind me

Which reminds me..



[Buddah Bless]

B, I'm just a thug

After hip hop, money, sex and drugs

After chicks that got money and tech's with slugs

You see the head to toe, yo, the way I dress is love

Plus them nine bang quick

And the hand game speak for itself

Like sign language, you lost and shook

Like the fish that got away, man, I'm off the hook

When these niggaz gotta pay, get it off the books



[Masta Killa]

Yo, knocked on a humble, slid through the system

Bag me a C-Wall, on the bench of the bullpen

My speaker for the pillow, my locked down presidents

Conflictors, for the robbers and jukkers

The buck fifty stitch zippers, if you wit us

From my Chi-Town thugs to my Killa Cali gangstas

Minnesota Wolves, Philly Six shooters

We ain't chuck potent, we off money throw up



[T-Slugz]

It don't mean nothing to me

Ya'll can't get nothing from me, stop frontin' from me and

Ya'll ain't got nothing for me

I take you where you want it to be, I'm who you wanted to see

And I'm that same dude, that came through

Runnin' with the same crew, still here, reppin' all the same rules

CD's easy to move, honey say I'm easy to choose, that ain't easy to you

And I stand out, big time, y'all easy to lose

Niggaz face all screwed, I'm just breakin' the news

And we do this for the cash, still keep a stash in a brown paper bag

Me and my nigga Mad, light skinned, dark skinned, we lovin', what an ass

Slow that thing down, ma, you movin' too fast



[Panama P.I.]

Yo, you movin' to fast

Watch P.I., throw the shit on smash

This game is high risk, player

Strictly for brick breakers and brick layers, spit razors

Jewel gem star, ball with the players, who grab the rim hard

Walk on dot, and it's the P on hard

When it's off season, I bring the pain til your balls bleeding

Quick as a Porsche speed, my niggaz floss frequent

Catch us up in court reading, with a

Couple of sons, that's used to hustlin' drums

I guess that's the only way we double our funds

Everything hardcore, when we slide in the door

Wait til we go back on tour

New exclusive joint, two thousand and - and



[Chorus]



[Eyeslow]

I walk with crooks, love guns, married to gats

That cali' detach, your back from that battery pack

My salary stack, chain make these other niggaz hurl

Yeah it's O and G, I'm O and P in other nigga's girl

I ain't lovin' nigga's girl, I'm just training, just banging

Just hanging, smokin' while my other nigga's twirl

(It's a gutter nigga's world) I'm all about the cheddar, man

Any problems you want, speak to my beretta, man



[Hot Flames]

I was taught from young, that, live is what you making it

Stuck on the crooked road, but I was taught to straighten it

Every track flamin' it, every gat, aimin' it

Before I start sprayin' it, and then I start banging it

Strong arm, I'm claimin' it, if I bring a chick to the crib

And she ain't my wifey, then we clangin' it

Spit hard, probably cuz I'm missing my fam

If it's beef, y'all niggaz better 'dip' like Cam



[Todd]

Son, you get mine, get knocked, and then I just get time

But I'mma hit the boy hard, just like you was a punchline

You spit, oh shit, call this here, lunch time

I'mma throw hot sauce all over that lunch rhyme

Rap for days, that'll blow like grenades

Flow so hot, it'll make 'em run for shade

Nowadays, the D's gettin' niggaz, picked up

So I hustle and sit up and let God big up

Fag, they call me Betty, cuz I got that ready rock

For any nigga that's ready to go inside the baker shop

Money mean a lot so I keeps mine in the wall

You the type that get a dollar and go and run to the store

Not me, each dollar I get, I make a copy

To let y'all know, for the love of this, I was the body

Looks are deceiving, so I'm askin' y'all to try me

Man was the one, who made hand guns a hobby



[Chorus x2]