[Verse 1]

Ay yo, it ain't no need to talk

Just know when I squeeze, you won't have no knees to walk

I ain't never gon leave New York

I'm the opposite of Weight Watchers -- I'm getting diesel off

Move like I did time before

Got bread for the Feds -- who said you can't rob the law?

By all means, I'mma break the rules

Got cops on payroll, snitches on interludes

Move coke through inner tubes

I don't trust no bitch, so they cook mines in the nude

Make em strip like the Moulin Rouge

Four-fifth in the clip make the back of your medulla ooze, nigga

You's a fool, I use the tool

Leave you in a blood pool the size of hula hoops

So you better warn you crew stop playing with dude

The four-fifth'll cut em short like Daisy Dukes

[Hook]

Y'all know who it is; if not, you better find out

Be eager to die, show you what a nine 'bout

Fifty rocks bust into dimes what my grind 'bout

That's what my grind 'bout, that's what my grind 'bout

[Verse 2]

Compare me to smoking at the gas station

I'm about to blow -- you get it? I'm about the blow

Nah, dog, I ain't about to blow -- I been done that

Way back in a suede black Alfred Dunn hat

Your mouth, you run that, I gotta sit you down

Let a few rounds down where your lunch at

Clowns trying to come back

Dog, you ain't Mike

Even that dude can't get right

I'm not that dude, get that right

Stack clap two, ransack back room, get that white

Fiends wonder how I get that white

Cause I whips that right

Baking rain or gain or tool in each hand

Background, clap down you and your man

Nigga calling me Yosemite Sam

Two semis in hands

Mac spit, backflip, have you send me a fam

Understand, I'm the boy, yeah, great

Bringing the rock back like we balling yay

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Y'all know who it is; if not, you better find out

Be eager to die, show you what a nine 'bout

Fifty rocks bust into dimes what my grind 'bout

Players trying to pause the game, need time out

Last quarter, got more head than tails

In the street, been in more blaze battles with shells

I don't need a team of Ghostbusters

All I need is a mean exhaust pipe on a muffler

Did I mention I started the rap tension?

Ain't no love, so bulletproof your henchmen

Gucci rain suit for the jewels that I'm drenched in

Fifth got a slick kick back like it's flinching

Slide the clip in, start to spitting

And I shoot clumsy -- bystanders be thinking I'm tripping

Used to ball in Chicag-izzy like Pippen

Wrists every bit of plat is, you know, given

Watch look like it's holding its breath

Won't be able to hold on when the bullets rip through your flesh

Motherfucker!