[Verse 1: MC Breed]

Big baller, on fly biggie, black four fifty

Quickly run to your city like a gypsy

Kept a half ounce of buddah to get the cash and bounce

51 mansion, I ain't stopped to see who doin' the askin'

All these motherfuckers doin' this blastin'

So while these fools' words be heated like passion

I'mma catch end, what? - I'm workin' with the full grip

Ain't no future in that bullshit

So I pull shit, off like my presidential

Sniff and stay illegal like the governmental

Make new world, everytime

Got my shit lookin' bright like the shoes shine

Rub you up like the massage when I'm on the grind

Cause in my mind, you better get yours, cause I'mma get mine fool

[Hook: The D.O.C. X2]

Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'

Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin'

A flock of birds got you on the yard simpin'

We got B-E-N-G-A all day, Guerrilla Pimpin'

[Verse 2: MC Breed]

Now, now, now I'mma drop a jewel right quick, G shit

You finna get the convict, subliminal bomb shit

Criminal, monoply, philosophy

Million dollar properties, Gs overseas, status

Meet my mackies and apparatus

Known from I give the Grammer from Atlanta to Atlantis

I handle this, pound for pound, Roy Juhon scandalous

Break it down, I'm gonna give you what you need

Full balls and big dick and straight weed

Or get wet up, you know, you better get up

And get yours from the T.O.P. - fuckin' with me

Smooth Jacks and Braud Backs and Kool Max

Some criminal contacts, be lovin' my gold plaques

But that ain't who I'mma goes at

On the real, dollar bill motherfucker

Can you flow with that?

[Hook: The D.O.C. X2]

[Hook: The D.O.C. X4]

It's goin' on and on, nigga

It's goin' on and on and on

[Verse 3: MC Breed]

Knick Knack Patty Whack, give the dog a bone

No give him a zone, tell him get the fuck on

It don't stop, 'til your life get popped

And you can sell a 5 million when you drop hot jam

Better then the rest of them

I'm, therefore, pack the floor when I'm on my tour

If we can't make it, though, nigga's actin' hardcore

It ain't the cost though, niggas it's the cash flow

All the ass-holes, for sheezy

Though it freezy, do right to the easy

Nationality, reality, nigga's salary or locality

Ugh, the Grand Finale, on my way back from Cali'

Fuckin' twin bitches and they're prayin' for their ends

And it's on nigga

Rock, slang it to you like the dirty cop

Cluck 'til the world stop, make them all drop

My nigga Diggie empty out the whole box

I set it off, come on, come out get yours

I'm talkin' from your old black clothes to your Caddillac does

And money from fat whores, real bros who licked the world toes

Realize that you gotta get shows

All dimes, all the time, better get yours

Cause I'mma get mine, fool

[Hook: The D.O.C. X3]

[Hook: The D.O.C. X2]

It's goin' on and on, nigga

It's goin' on and on and on