[Verse: Billy Bathgate]

Look... I'm here to make a mil off of fifteen bricks, I robbed for

Can't see me workin' for Job Corps, it's Gates, dog

A little introduction to me

Crack's D unto himself, who else fuckin' with me?

Who got the shit in a chokehold? Who gettin' that powder?

Who got the candy red 'Pala sittin' with M. Holla?

Its real life and I ain't got to act in a flick

Or make a skate and play like I'm blackin a bitch

Young'n, I like the five, but feel right in the six

Its more roomy, so I can feel right in your bitch

Shit, I drink Belvey, Henny, and Cris

In the hood they call me can't-get-right, but I can get right

It ain't a ho in harlem that can't get piped

Or any five boroughs

My nine semi starts trouble

I want y'all to act up

Go head and play dumb

Billy Bathgates my name, huh

Nigga, I shot ya

[Outro: DJ Clue]

(Yeah… DJ Clue… Desert Storm… fat shout: my nigga Just Blaze, Enigma, word up)