I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime (Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check

What's your position? Trying to come at me sideways But they ass backwards, jealousy, that's all that is I see that shit a mile away, but its all gravy One little glitch and your plan getting hit baby I got enough for you butt niggas laying in the cut

Uh God uh you know what we gotta do son Why know what I'm sayin? Word up Make that millions fam No doubt, it's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo 44th Side convention Queens

Clear that shit. Don't stop until the green is gone and your thumb gets hot. You gotta breath in deep, recollect your thoughts because it's time to take this shot. Raise your drinks, raise your lighters it's about to go down. We can sleep in the morning,

Man I look up to God I wonder if I fell from the sky Will I hit the ground or will I learn how to fly I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes Sometimes I wonder if I already died That shit get deep, deep, deep Man I swear to God that shit just get so deep,