The Gang

Uh huh Lets get it clear (Uh huh) Brooklyn Vietnam (That's right) Yo yo, live from the 718, Murder City Lay down nigga (It's the Ill Na Na) Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth, y'all understand? (Let's go) Ride with me as I race through ya hood Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang Pants saggin' in that Bentley wagon Ayo that's my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin' Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless shit Had a thing for rings, bling, coupes and shit Some' bout watchin' Montana come up outta Havana And rule this world made me want to grab my hammer Fuckin' with the Cheddar Boys Some hustler flip girls instead of boys Keep filthy laweys, for when the FEDs annoy us We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus And the Street Lords and Truly Yours Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust Bleed for the streets love the war And if my nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw Puncture niggas when I come for niggas Motor City to Brooklyn Veitnam Nigga it's on 'til my flesh is gone And even then I live on in gangsta form What you know about that? MAC's and cash nigga how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up livin' it up, nigga what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, Truly Yours It's the "Godfather Buried Alive" Ayo Po it's the Ill Na Na stuntin' in 5.0 Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out Y'all got a muthafuckin problem when my dude get out Dutty ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guinness Stout That's my word I got the Birkin pulled over up on Parkside & Nostrond In the butter scotch Rover I'm ah bad gal style like I'm 'posta Got his comrades in Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster Phone check! Muthafucka hit the yard up Comm stop Mid-State Brooklyn niggas squad up I'm hot steppin' in the pink Celine seven I'ma stunt 'til BIG tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven See through niggas take they time like a man We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me though What you know about that? MAC's and cash nigga how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up livin' it up, nigga what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, Truly Yours Money, cars, guns, hoes Sniff some blow and I'm good to go Eagle inflated Federal Bureau Investigated Most hated nigga read the affidavit Uh racing loud pipes Big fucking menage burning the turnpike My game so tight I arouse dykes You punk rappers should paying me publishing the way you write And be sampling my life, every line in your rhyme Sound like you want to be Shyne, and I don't blame ya Who wouldn't? Young nigga catching charges Continental Ts parked in garages Menages, odds is I'm the best spittin' it, nigga I'm gettin' it I admit it I was watching New Jack City And fucking with Goodfellas? Uncle Paul got me dying to ball Every thing I talk about I live it All you hear these rappers rap about I really did it I was designed to hold nines, and grind Step out of line put you in that white line Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change You know the game jet planes and cocaine And what I say might be held against me I don't want to talk, I'm the hottest nigga in New York What you know about that? MAC's and cash nigga how you love that? What you know about that? Doin' it up livin' it up, nigga what? What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, Truly Yours