Lyrics:

My clique is in it 'til it's over
Never sober, bustin' over
Layin' in lane with the 'caine in the Rover
Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger
The young Don, the heron mover, you know my hustle
I bring the fo' pound to the tussle
Mothafuckin' pit with no muzzle
So chill, cuzzo, let me glow for my niggas
Runnin' 'round, gettin' down like mothafuckin' gorillas
Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dough locked
Pots full of acid, I got the game mastered
Move dimes, hit twenties, addicted to gettin' money
It can be a hundred degrees and never look sunny
Black, I'm tryin' to live, somethin' gotta give
But every day's the same old, runnin' from po'-po'
Mom think I'm loco, 'cause I sell crack and puff coco, yo
This is Styles, shit is still the same
And when worse comes to worse, I steal the 'caine
Papi know my face, so he don't expect it
But I'm from the gutter, so he gots to accept it
Strip his ass naked, then I put a slug in him (That's right)
He just another mothafucka, ain't no love in him
I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept
I take my last breath every time I hit the meth
It's the D to the E, M to the O-N
Blowin', steady playin' shotgun, bowin'
Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap?
Don't make me flip, mothafucka, with this baseball bat
Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine
'Cause I lace nines, from yo' dome to yo' mothafuckin' spine
I be, that nigga that y'all niggas can't fuck with
That nigga that y'all bitches wanna creep with
That nigga that you can't get along with
Playa hate, but you wanna do a song with (That's right)
That nigga that you see in the videos
That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes
That nigga that'll die for his main man
That nigga with the gettin' money gameplan
Haven't you heard that Bad Boys moved to silent yet?
When you increase the peace, the more wild it get
I'm only sizin' you niggas from the waist up
And I ain't wettin' no parts you can't touch with makeup
Mr. Jacob without the Ladder, it don't matter
Clap to wake up, and do a shake-up, nobody badder
Since the, baby finkster, I was in the playpen
Waitin' for kids to enter
Shit, I even blitzed the Ritz to get chips
Housekeeper disguised with the nine rubber grip
Extra clip in the vacuum if I slip
Room service, ring the alarm and get the bomb
Blowin' to Hong Kong, while I been long gone
Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that?
Worldwide, while you simply thug where you live at
I be, that nigga that y'all niggas can't fuck with
That nigga that y'all bitches wanna creep with
That nigga that you can't get along with
Playa hate, but you wanna do a song with
That nigga that you see in the videos
That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes
That nigga that'll die for his main man
That nigga with the gettin' money gameplan
You don't really wanna get involved, with the L-O-X car-
-Tellers, goodfellas, that's who we are
You can't outsell us, it ain't shit you can tell us
Jealous, dog, 'cause we spread like relish
Bad Boys, and we all eat together
When it go down, then we draw heat together
Since I made the connection with the big man
I done got big plans to be a lil' nigga in the big land
Ghetto star, presidential R, gift wrapped
And what you call weight, I know cats who sniff that
Enjoy life, what are you sayin'?
If the D.A. ain't got a nigga payin', papi got him weighin'
Anything to do with money, you can count J in
Next time we bring it to these faggots, we ain't playin'
Cream of the crop, and we ain't never gon' stop
Hittin' you in yo' head with that butter from the LOX
I be, that nigga that y'all niggas can't fuck with
That nigga that y'all bitches wanna creep with
That nigga that you can't get along with
Playa hate, but you wanna do a song with
That nigga that you see in the videos
That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes
That nigga that'll die for his main man
That nigga with the gettin' money gameplan
Yeah, yeah
I be, that nigga, that nigga, that nigga
That you niggas can't fuck with