[Intro: Jim Jones]

You know it's Jones

We only spit that real, man

We from N.Y.C., you see?

And we only gon' tell you what the fuck goes on in our city, man

The shit that we gotta go through to live this life of being rockstars, motherfucker

But we ready to die for this, you dig?

Shit

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

So now I'm walking through the toombs

7 hours past, but I'm out so soon

It's something 'bout full moons

Make me cop cars, fill them out like rooms

See pops leaning on the couch with the spoons

Meanwhile, I was out and about with the goons

Tearing up the city, styling out in saloons

Whips a buck 60, price higher than the moon

[Verse 2: Mel Matrix]

Motherfuck all of that, my niggas [?]

With the goonies, motherfucker, [?]

Thought you had something, with your candy cane gang

I'll [?] nigga, til my paper feels [?]

All this snitching going on, iggas fucking up the game

[?] Mazerati, [?] the lane

[?] raps, still cooking up the caine

On the first of the month, we 'bout to make it rain

Motherfucker

[Verse 3: Stack Bundles]

Nigga, the dirt had my hands all in it

Everybody round me guilty, the fam all in it

That Pyrex got them grams all in it

All the bolls gotta come back, my plans all in it

The next flip'll get a nigga out of housing

One after that'll have me [?]

Gold gangsta, they don't wanna see me styling

Getting [?]

[Verse 4: Max B]

I tell them bitches come and get me, still on the block

Don't give a fuck about Federales, I peel on the cops

Get away in the mist

Probably getting lip from a bitch in the passenger's seat

Nigga, I'm the shit, you ain't never seen a nigga no streeter than the boy

Smack the cheddar out your hand, and eat it off the floor

I be heated to the core, leaving off the tour

Mi amor, three or the four, baby she a whore

[Verse 5: Jim Jones]

I pop shit by the dozen

Cop Cris by the [?]

I hit the dealer, cop whips [?]

Twin hardrop drops, [?] switching different colors

Cops wishing to cuff us

'Cause we show our ass off, so the bitches'll fuck us

And all my niggas [?]

[?] strip

[Verse 6: Mel Matrix]

I'm giving it up, I'm giving a fuck

'Bout to flick off my waist, na, my shit ain't tucked

Nigga, I give a fuck about the pigs

Get one take, when I beef for my niggs

That's just the way I was brought up

Talking all crazy, hope you get your clique caught up

We gang banging [?]

I get to your ass [?]

[Verse 7: Stack Bundles]

I was rocking 8Balls, yeah, I was copping 8Balls

Came up too fast, sorry I can't relate, y'all

Tryna wean out the hate, y'all

But I hate y'all shit with a passion

Whips cop them and crash them

Can't even imagine how aggie

Hands sticky from burning tips on a baggie

No license, no ones tryna bag me

Feeling like [?] sitting on [?]

[Verse 8: Max B]

Niggas is snitching, it's getting ugly, they wonder how I do it

I tell 'em I only listen to niggas getting money

Empty a clip at your tummy, I know what you ate

I was digging up to the count, I know what you caked

Under 30 a hood bitch, my own crib mami

She cook and she clean, she like to stay home, she a good bitch

You rap niggas so sweet, so tender

I can beat you with my sneak, don't retreat or surrender