[Taydatay] 
Stack chips like Don Trump 
Comin' wit the slump 
So original head bustas 
Makin' moves from the junk 
Mashin' niggas [???] 
We stay loaded, fully loaded 
Let the game be noted 
We only comin' wit the coldest, hold up 
In '99 we breakin' 'em off wit major heat 
Sweepin' the industry off they feet 
Hypnotize 'em wit the beats 
It's the most hated, America's most blunted 
See niggas come from the bottom 
Then we turn around and run it 
Comfront it, we got cha 
Hollow points in the chamber 
Releasin' the anger 
Fuckin' around get caught up in the caper 
People stoppin' my paper 
Ain't no time for no games 
I'm watchin' niggas catch the vapors 
While I'm doin' my thang 
I hit the block and I swang 
Niggas and bitches they be jockin' 
They wanna floss wit us 
Cuz they know we 'bout the lock and load 
We warmed up for the score 
'Bout to hit 'em wit a little bit of hardcore 
[Chorus x2] 
Cuz in my lifetime I'd a done gang of shit 
Invloved wit 211's, 187's for the chills 
Another blockstyle murderah 
Another blockstyle murderah 
We 'bout to have it bitch 
[Hennessy] 
And since I was a itty bitty niggy on the corner 
I was a performer 
Now my music gets women through California 
Love to get up on it 
We disinigrate all opponents 
And represent it, wit windows tinted 
Till you can't control it 
It's the O to the fuckin' A-K 
D to the A-L-D 
Fuck what the haters say, we paper chase 
So you can't tell me a muthafuckin' thang 
But the [?] 
We [?] too much blood gushers 
Cuz you ain't the one that run the hood 
We [?] from the goods 
Like they say, "Talk is cheap" 
Oh yeah, they workin' the tech 
So you get swepped up off your feet 
Now break up off of me, heard me 
In the game 
I'm a fill the lane like I'm James Worthy 
Hella slurvy 
Yes indeedy that's your boy 
That would keep the backpack 
And the clack-clack, you be destroyed 
You shouldn't have never got me pumped 
And now your soul is full of holes 
They've come to mop him up 
Cuz I was sloppy drunk 
And had to pop him up 
[Chorus x2] 
[Hennessy] 
It's just the flossamatic, caught the cabbage 
Nigga what, in the cuts, get no bumps 
Till my pockets got the mumps 
And when they jump 
We let them cats off 
That'll take yo head off 
Wit no explination, no hesitation 
Nigga just smash on 
Before the chance was smooth 
And all the work, yo ass was through 
Hoppin' fences, coherant distance while we passin' 
through 
I'm here to let you know boy 
We get to buckin' 
When you fuckin' wit them snow boys 
And makin' more noise 
[Taydatay] 
You know 
Cuz we be flippin' the script 
On top wit big faces 
Known in hella places 
Illutin' all the drug cases 
Fuck the basics, we goin' all out 
We got to show these muthafuckas what the Sco be about 
You got to follow your route, 
Follow your route, follow your route 
Cuz without the paper 
Niggas gon' be assed out 
I'm talkin' word of mouth 
I said, "You in it for the whores" 
You know my Hunter's point niggas be straight hard 
[Chorus x4]