(feat. Begetz)



[Chorus x2: Begetz]

We them killas that you read about

Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out

Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out

Takin Other People Money is what we all about



[Fredro Starr]

Aiyo, I roll wit the Gods and them, the Stars and them

Hundred thousand dollar dollar cars and them

Firestarr move deep like the mob and them

America Mafia dot com and them

(Yo, dat be dem) The wild life, livin it up

You get clapped for ya dough, instead of givin it up

(Yo, dat be dem) Late nights, I-95

Coke in the rye, flashlights searchin the side

(Yo, dat be dem) Shots howl, rollin wit kings

Thirty ninth street, B.D.'s bringin me greed

(Yo, dat be dem) Goin uptown, coppin a war

Real shit, Dominicans wit they glocks at the door

Word up



[Chorus x2]



[Fredro Starr]

Aiyo, the deans we don't fucks wit them, or rocks wit them

Before I get locked, I'mma bust shots at them

Broke bitches never trustin them, or lustin them

Pushin the back pocks so I can bust in them

(But, dat be dem) After-party, sexin wit chicks

Ex-out in the mornin, still fuckin the bitch

(But, dat be dem) Dice games: 4,5,6

Well it's a drought, niggas holdin bout 4/5 bricks

(But, dat be dem) The bartender hold me a gat

Gettin bottle after bottle, gettin sent to the back

(But, dat be dem) Riker's Island, H.T.M.

On the visit niggas, bringin weed taped to they Timbs

Word up



[Chorus x2]



[Fredro Starr]

Wild life, killa Queens, ya runs wit them

My dirty Brooklyn niggas, get one's wit them

Ferrari drop behind the Rover, that's my dunns and them

Rob who? what my niggas keep guns on them

(Dat be dem) X-5, GBM

Signal lights in the mirror, bitches next to them

(Dat be dem) Glassware, cookin up drugs

In the club lost, lookin for love

(Dat be dem) A hundred fans, chasin them down

Bitch niggas in the projects, hatin 'em now

(Dat be dem) Takin holes, a coke and ya grow

Buyin clothes, just to open they nose and open they codes



[Chorus to fade]