We're Brooklyn at, we're Brooklyn at, we're Brooklyn at, we're Brooklyn at We gon' do it like this, anytime you're ready, check it I got seven Mac 11s, about eight 38s, nine 9s, ten Mac 10s, the shits never end You can't touch my riches, even if you had MC Hammer and them 357s Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht, the two weed spots, the two hot blocks That's how I got the weed spot, I shat dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread Little Gotti got the shotty to your body, so don't resist, or you might miss Christmas I tote, I make number runs, I give MCs the runs drippin' When I throw my clip in the, I slay from far away, everybody hit the D-E-C-K My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo, now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed a yayo That's crazy blunts, mad hells, my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God, I'm trappin' shit like a pigeon, I hope you're listenin', smackin' babies after christenin' Motherfuckin' Biggie Smalls, what you gonna do with that shit, pop? Yeah, where the motherfuckin' thugs at? Know your motherfuckin' middle finger We don't do this shit like this, I thank the Lord for my many blessings Goin' to stress and keep my best from protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again, ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mexican Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older, a straight soldier Walkin' at the busters, no matter how you talk, niggas never die We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply, you see me strikin' down the block Hittin' codas, barbin' like a motherfucker, livin' like a warner It ain't no stoppin' at the red lights, I'm sideways, thug life, motherfuckin' drop Pays, let the cops put they lights on, chase me, zigzaggin' through the freeway Race me, in a high-speed chase with the law, the realest motherfucker that you ever saw