better depart like the red Sea all niggas from the P and I ain't talking bout the treat nigga I'm talking bout the streets them niggas with the heats that'll permittly lay yo ass to sleep yeah back again money big money we stacking them hollows in my gun like we big mackin them run yo ass up and we big clapping them.... like big wack and them nayba gang orangutans don't get me to racking again I'm stacking n'z I'm banging n'z fuck I look like needed a friend