Yea R.I.P to the competition
It's R.I.P to the competition
It's R.I.P to the competition
Yeaaaaaaaa

[Chorus x2: Tony Yayo]
I turn my durag to a ski mask quick
Fuck boy dead nobody see that shiittt
I turn my durag to a ski mask quickkk
I turn my durag to a ski mask quicckkk

[Tony Yayo:]
Alotta niggaz talking, I ain't sayin shit
I wish I had 6 hands and 6 fingerprints
I got the glock 30, like an oakland nigga
My gd's in the chi I'l smoke a nigga
Black audi r8, homie drop the top
Swing through the hood like the black barack
Yeaaaaaa, and I stay with that million
Like dream stay on a milian
Homie I'm a don, nigga I'm a boss
Lines get crossed, niggaz get tossed
Nigga I'm up early in the morning with the dope in the blender
Turn my swag on I'l be gone to november
Low from the a.t.f, I gun butt a fuck boy he had a.t flesh
I straight shoot a nigga
2 guns on me you could call me freddy ruger

[Chorus x2]

[Hell Rell:]
Them niggaz know me, I carry dummy
Lightning on his wrist nigga looking like lunchmeat
Line his ass up like the neighborhood barber
Revolver in his face before he hop in his charger
Rap money slow, I ain't get a check in a while
When I'm thinking I ain't used this rusty tec in a while
So I load that shit up, mindframe I gotta make this cash
Yayo got me bout to rob a nigga on jamaica ave
Oh yea homie, did you see that shit
Boy ruger turned his durag to a ski mask quick
He got scared when he seen that fif
Robbed him in front of his giril like I ain't seen that bitch
Shorty walking around with his arm froze
Nigga acting like all the pawn shops closed
Don't come around me we ain't ok
The big chain will make me go back to my old ways

[Chorus x2]