double back on these niggars cuz I seen it first zaino my style with a little I will make it work Hustler's son since birth taught to scrape the Earth hopping out the bucket by my Wiz the newest purse felonious cats In The Trap get smacked with black straps once that door opens ain't No Going Back hounds and Tac spreading my pesos always on the lay low hands on everything everyday dough you know everyday doe mold my plays like playdoe but not for play doe get it together I'm on my way Joe big car big cigar filled with za it's who we are acrost the West Boulevard Hounds in the yard on God ready to charge of a squad and do them greasy rubbing me the wrong way I ain't no Genie now Brothers trying to read me I'm out of this world ain't no Intel on my species you asking your girl you a player boy simping for real last supper for who we not skipping a meal Heat these streets up and shit greenpaper foreal we top of the bill