[Styles P:]
Hahaha, OWWWWWW!
We just keep smokin and smokin and smokin
Hehehe, I enjoy myself!
I eventually expect to fall out one of these days
But fuck it... whattup?
M-I-double-L-I-O-N's
Got cash, can't trust some of my old friends
Niggaz ain't walk this path of my old Timbs
Let me find out it's my lawn that there's potholes in
Cause P ain't Posdonus, smoke blunts like a rasta
Hold uzis in a mobster suit
The Bugati got ostrich seats, my gosh I'm loose
Pick up 50 G's a morning with my orange juice
Now, you don't know me and you don't want to
Cause - six in the mornin, I'm comin to hunt you
Give it a little time, I have the country sewed
Cause I did more dirt than a country road
Frankly I don't give a damn like, Humphrey Bog'
20 bricks, 50 pounds that's my monthly load
Nigga watch the pump explode, you can jump if you want
But I'ma dump 'til I ran the globe (c'mon)
[Chorus: T. Waters]
Who's that makin that God damn noise?
That's S.P., Waters and them D-Block boys
Don't worry 'bout a scrap daddy, we pop toys
So don't go fuckin with them D-Block boys
Now now now who that makin that God damn noise?
That's S.P., Waters and them D-Block boys
Don't worry 'bout a scrap daddy, we pop toys
So don't go fuckin with them D-Block boys
[T. Waters:]
Street dreams consist of triple beams
A vest'll connect with the best for red seams
A M-16 for fiends with heavy habits
Why wait on him when Waters already have it?
Spread to the West, started with petty traffic
Get a gassy nigga ass and dead him with some matches
Now he ashes, no need for a casket
Fuckin bastard, I'm the greatest, young Cassius
Squeeze first or get hit 'til your knees hurt
