[Intro: Prodigy]

Yeah, yeah

Fuckin' cold out here

Fuckin' hungry right now, man

Let's go get sumthin' to eat, son

Some niggas holdin' over there

(Yeah, yeah) Say we take that (Yeah, yeah, come on, son)

Yeah

(Thirsty too) Yeah, yeah, yo

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Nigga this Banana Clip P not that other bullshit

This is the purest dope there is

I don't like fiction

If it's not facts I don't fuck with the shit

And that's how I live and with that bein' said, fuck with P you get dead

I keep three thousand in the pocket of my pants

Ey week the haze, I smoke seven grams

Ey day I wake I'm proud of who I am, I'm a gangsta and million dollar business man

I'm a soldiеr, a leader, it's P the don

I hop out on niggas whеn I catch 'em in my world and still make it to my meeting at Vibe Com

I'm a threat to the safety of your well-bein'

You wanna be on our side 'cause we feedin' the animals

Vultures and Hyenas

Them other niggas servin' that mad cow disease shit

[Chorus: Prodigy & Tony Yayo]

Yeah, I'm a soldier

And I'm a killer

It's murda murda

We pull the trigger

Guerilla Unit

Yeah we a problem

If you don't want it

Don't get it started

Yeah, I'm a soldier

And I'm a killer ([?] nigga)

It's murda murda ([?] motherfuckin' house [?] buy [?] car nigga)

We pull the trigger

Guerilla Unit (My moneys long, cocksucker)

Yeah we a problem

If you don't want it (Yo)

Don't get it started

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]

You get knocked lil homie, baby mom's ain't gon' write chu

And you can catch aids if the wrong fiend bite you

Fifty grams of crack

That's conspiracy

A kilo and a mac (Twenty-five years, nigga you scared)

That's a century, I roll with hard rock niggas straight from the slums

With the heart of Iracs throwin' rocks at them guns, you we stack funds

Pop corks and bottles and we in every hood like (Mickey D's, nigga) Ronald McDonald, listen I'm rich bitch

Just from spittin' in the booth so the house in Miami is hurricane proof, I'm the truth

The phantom turn your wife to a hooker

That's why I chop the top like your neighborhood butcher

[Outro: Tony Yayo]

Fuck nigga

House in Miami (Ya'll niggas get some paper, man), hurricane proof, cocksucker

That's money, nigga (Just copped a million dollar crib, nigga)

P (Only [?] [?] [?])

Los Vegas P