Your bullshit come off of that Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is back! I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it Now I’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga They can get it (They can get it) You can get it (You can get it) Y'all can get it

Hey, you're watching One Umbrella TV Pull up right here Fuckers tried to front on me earlier Pull up, pull up Yo come here cousin! Wagwan Look, first off he was tellin' pussy niggas, story up I was trappin' out in Brampton, whole high school year,

Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?" Big Bun B, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) Motherfuckers need to get off the dick,

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key Hated on by most

Worst behavior Fucker never loved us Motherfucker Motherfucker never loved us Motherfuckers never loved us On my worst behavior, no? They used to never want to hear us (dun know) Remember? Motherfucker never loved us, remember?

If I die tonight Tonight's the night I get in some shit Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Picturing pitiful punk niggas

Yeah, livin' life like this Gotta paint a picture when I write like this Tales from my hood, not a sight like this Where they up to no good on a night like this And they murder motherfuckers just cause Type of shit I see and probably wonder what it was I

Dripping beard as cold as hell And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail This Rememo is set for home It's personal but they need to know On a plane, on a plane Off to see the city girls again Only bringing what to carry on, So that you know I won't be long

Four A.M., praying, can I get some rest? Dreams of suicide and a need for death "They changed so much, you know what I'm saying? How did these two motherfuckers, from New Orleans How did they change, how did they change music?" Yeah, I was the wave, but

Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Motherfuckers think they know us) G-g-g-g Guess who's back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie! Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath! Fifty cent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo! Motherfucker!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow!