Niggas pistol popping like it's nineteen ninety nine I was nine maybe ten, then again never mind Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes That was Gucci, Prada and anything designer Money, power, the whole enchilada Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava They serve you to your flocka if you disrespect that blocka, blocka Choppas on eaves droppers, fuck these choppas I'm about it Grindin' like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa, yeah you outer but I'm hotter (right) Car jacking, pistol packing, mothafuckin' choppers clapping Metal jacket automatic magazines head on traffic Fenders smashing, windows crashing, pants sagging, fuck your fashion Yeah a nigga run Manhattan, back in Cali's where it happen It's Gucci, Escada, and anything designer Groupies, poppers they all gonna swallow It was probably the robbers, the goons and the goblins They hating a lot, medulla oblongata From New York to San Andreas All around the world Going back to Cali, I'm going back to Cali Niggas was whack I'm really out here boomin' on the west side You know what I'm sayin' weeest Me and live ninjas seen death right here lookin' out for the enemies ‘Cause you all know how we down ‘Cause fuck killin' these clowns, you said it hah We getting everything, anything moving, nigga that's it nigga Chyeah I'm shootin I'm shootin' at niggas on the side 'cause you already know Yall folks be yappin this back nigga Fuck that black nigga slippin' on the cash I'll make that happen with the sawed off Maserati like Atari with no car keys push to start it New Bugatti, two Bugatti's, Testarossa blue Ferrari Lamborghini, system bumping, me no warried, Rastafari This the hardest supersonic, systematic, too retarded New Versace, new apartment, bigger closet, newer carpet Hit Departments, cooler garments, set my goals up to accomplish Shoot a target 'cause you the target, moving targets, new accomplish Kill the game but still regardless, beat the charges, do the honors