My brother said, "Don't say that"

I said, "Fuck that, I'm gon' get a whoopin' anyway!

It don't make no goddamn difference"

Fuck that, I'm not goin' to find shit

What your mom say? "Take the garbage out, what the fuck?"

(Yeah) Yeah, don't lose the beat motherfucker

Take the garbage out

Yeah-yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level, nigga, what

Yeah

Yeah-yeah

Finna up the flows to the God level, nigga, what

Yeah, check-check

Yeah, mic check-check

Yeah, nigga, check-check

Yeah, bitch, check-check

Yeah, yeah

Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin' (Yeah)

Hit a bitch with that extended clip or that revolver

Shit'll serve the same purpose (Bang, bang)

Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby

I can smell the 'caine burnin'

Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus

Put them F'in Xs on your clowned ass

Catch a nigga up and leave him down bad

I go get a pack and take a nigga town

And fuck his bitches with my out-of-town ass

Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki

Rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi

Drop the check on the bitch

Man, these niggas be lookin' like baby mommas in these Maseratis

Bitch, I fuck up your face with a razor

How I make sure your motherfuckin' family can't view your body

Nigga thuggin' and shit, put my blood in this shit

Prick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati)

Joe Pesci, push your product

You niggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic

On the run like Assata, so fuck the police

As a nigga be chillin' in the hotbox (Hoppin' out the box)

Police caught him with a whole thang

Now they snitchin' man, whole gang workin'

Gangland, made a lane in it

Dip my name in it, it's some gang murder

All my reps in the crack files, bitch, I got 'em up out the vault

I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that Brillo

And be rippin' them contenders off (Them contenders off)

Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby

I can smell the 'caine burnin'

Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine, it'll be a gang murder

1985, Michael Jordan, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus

Flow God level, like when HOV speak

I make a song weep, I got the game hurt

Bitch, yeah-yeah

Flow God level, like when HOV speak

I make a song weep, I got the game hurt

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, check-check

Check-check

Check-check

Check-check

Niggas need a check-check, yeah

We got everybody in the house, tonight

I'll wait for my DJ to get ready

Nah