[Tite]

When my 20's touch the ground, I'm chopping the block

Blades chop nonstop, while the trunk unlock

Going hard speakers pop, when I cut up the bang

Dirty 3rd on my chain, piece heavy to swang

Nigga what nigga who, ain't no holding the Tite

I Roy Jones a nigga quick, cause I'm calling the fight

Showing ass when I mash, with my D3 stash

Running motherfuckers over, when it comes to the cash

Flipping with the Blyndcyde, in a limo with tint

We got the whole block bent, cause we gon represent

Gripping grain in the lane, watch me hit 'em it hurt

Doing work for my turf, so I'm coming in first

With your wife I'ma flirt, now go on think about that

Shit is real in the field, so you better get back

Trunk crack fuck that, watch it open and shut

All chatter better hush, about the D3 Nutt

Power up better duck, when I'm going all out

Any nigga 'gainst the Tite, getting they ass hauled out

The hardest nigga since Pac, to ever touch a mic

You better call the calvary, because I'm killing the hype