it s that orangutan rap king kong hanging off the empire state shit jane in my left hand v hit my turf and you s a dead man these pills can t hurt me worse than regret can santana moss i ain t a jets fan lambs wear broken the plans get spoken a hoe gets choked if she acting up i m channeling a code to henry hill my mistress flew in from brazil i bought two choppers cause i m feeling like the coppers on my tail shit is real done son n niggas like i m stepdad dolla been clocking serving oxy up in chem class turning people s kids to fiends to watch my dreams come true i mean somebody gotta lose if it s a dub you pursue he slumped in the coupe the color of moose back rubbing and he fucked the masseuse just my brothers a few blood niggas and guns in the crew we unbudgeable look in the mirror and ask yourself nigga fucking with who it s dolla 357 recline ya my bitch mouth is designer no warning shots this is just a reminder not to fuck with a young made trap boss ya limbs ll get hacked off so watch ya mouth ya lips ll get smacked off my bitches get packs off and train like angelina in salt suck you to sleep and then they slip in the vault you ain t no thug you caught a simple assault my whole team got a 1 felony fuck is you telling me funny nigga look like bill bellamy counting stacks pockets full of celery bodies in the cellar two gym stars swinging like propellers you a rat and i ain t tripping off of cheddar fake tough and get you wet up all that laying up with hoes ll get you set up you say you getting money put a bet up red bandana wrap my head up blood this out the mud gang 9 trey gangster this is blood gang coming for your block and make it flood gang off every drug but i m functional black i m never punctual dine filet mignon you eating lunchables i come around make you feel uncomfortable ain t really with the fronting pull a stunt on me that 40 cal is slumping you hunnit round hef 