I'm a G boy, standin in my G boy stance Don't get it fucked up, I'm a grown-ass man Same game nuttin changed we gon' do it like we used ta Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P salute ya SALUTE! Let's tear down the pretty shit Build up the nigga shit for our kind of niggaz Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya, clap the shit outta ya Here's to you my nigga we proud of ya
Let's get it goin (there you go, Billy Danze) Fizzy Wo' (Good to see you still bangin) Ho we ain't gon' leave you hangin I don't know what you've been saggin on, you've been braggin money on But time's up (that's fucked up) nigga get gone We don't cruise (on 'em) when we move (on 'em) Keep it rugged never smooth (on 'em) drop jewels (on 'em) grip tools (on 'em) And braise, everyone of these Y.G.'s Wannabe Mo. P's, claimin they O.G.'s IF Y'ALL DON'T GET BACK, you gon' get yo' ass put on chill Get a drawer filled and catch a raw deal Since money make your world go 'round, that's true And money make you do the dumb shit that you do (WHO WANT TWO?) The fuck is wrong wit'chu? How could you switch your character and turn your back on your crew? Weak niggaz will fall, whack niggaz will fail Live niggaz prevail, YES YES Y'ALL
I spit that old school shit like Lakim Shabazz; this is not a facade It's the baby boy of Leon and Mrs. Lynette Barnard My other half, the illest voice of hip-hop today IT'S the baby boy of Big Frank and Mrs. Hattie May (OKAY!) You fuckin with the real motherfuckers (OKAY!) Live from Capitol Hill motherfucker (CROOKLYN!) Crime town, one-seven-one-eight Home of the one-eight-seven BITCH, who want my John Hancock? I ain't talkin no autograph written Fuck a autograph I'm handin out auto ass whuppins Y'all niggaz know better than to try that ol' bullshit from Def Jam Vendetta Run on up like {?} got you buff and get fucked the fuck on up! Nigga It's a rudebwoy awakening M.O.P., Fizzy-yoski-Woski, holla at me nigga!
Aiyyo it's William and Womack y'all talk about throwbacks Me and the homey go back like {?} nigga Yeah, nigga hold that, you know we gon' promote that Come back for the hood in the hooptie nigga
Y'all can't control that, you niggaz is so whack Your rugged rap, feels like (A FLOOZY NIGGA) You niggaz need to know that, me and the homey run rap You know where the show at come (SHOOT ME NIGGA)
Salute me nigga! (Salute) It's me Big Baby Boogie rookie from M.O.P. (squeeze) What it's gon' be, I'll stomp, you flinch The AK (ay) Shareetha Lynch, I'm givin you a hint To get it'll take a little sense I'll come through the illest part of town when I'm bent And have no fear, you know (SHE) O (G) You and your homies can hold these!
