See how I play wit it?

See how I could breeze from back and still stay wit it?

Bet you thought I would probably spend a day wit it

I started the seven but I finished the eight wit it

Cooked the beef wit the rifle and let the K' hit it

Took the streets from the disciple and left away wit it

I left the grey sitting, left the gray A kitted

Wasn't the do cake, the trey bake did it

Let me take you to a place where you can't escape karma

Niggas take cake and slang eights to they own mama

It was '94, really wasn't sure, Mommy came to cop

Mommy wanted two but she gave me four

Baking up myself only made me poor

We was selling treys so I made her gave me more

She lost it in '84

Prolly had the fattest ass on the block

That was when I used to flash dick at the bitches

And laugh at the cops, still flash dick at the bitches

And laugh at the cops, as I pass in the drop

Got my stash in a box

Still blowin' in the hot breeze blastin' some Pac

Niggas come and go like money, Imma last at the top

Imma drive-by on you niggas and dash to the top

Imma cash 'cuz I'm hot

Got a wrist full of bag of baguettes and my cash in a knot

Any nigga fuck wit my set and I'm blastin' the Glock, yeah

I got the muthafuckin' hash in my sock, uh

Told ya'll, glass full of pot

Play wit my money, I blast at cha pops

Baby, back up a little and put yo ass on this cock

Nigga Oakwood gas in the spot

Nigga, coke good, splash wit the Scotts

Nigga no good, nigga so hood

Nigga Max B, flow oh-so good

Any nigga get love, go to the show should

Run and see Beast Mode, go 'cuz the show's good

I take the funiture out, not the couch

The muthafuckin' furniture in ya mouth

Nigga feel like it's a furnace in ya mouth

Philly cheese steak flows, spittin' burgers out ya mouth

Toss the burner and be out, bitch!