One time for the hustlers, everyday block hodgers By any means necessary, out to get that money Even if they on crotches Tryina ride foreigns, coupes instead of city buses Yeah and two times for the greens That keep entire green when they king in the bing Hold a nigga down like a thousand pound inkle briskey When that love is real, the groupie can’t replace it Nah, make you feel it from the front So you can see where I’m from, before I tell you what I want And I want it all I spit summer heat all through the winter Cause when I spring to the top, I don’t wanna fall Harlem in this bitch, rip big l Brooklyn in this bitch, rip big as well Endoubt to the studio, I bump like ... They walk in the booth and kill shit right after One time for the guns, one time for the butter We spread it like park cake One time for the hunters, one time for the prey that’s runnin One time for the prey that almost got away Two times for the rappers, two times for the singers Two times for the players, two times for the bringers The stringers that be dodginge the wires It’s ... and they coming with the...say They say you fuckin up the game, You square...you, ain’t no subliminals But wear it if you fit the shoe That sort of shoot, that these rappers try to be natural When my atribute give me all type of accolades when I’m passing through I got drop, whippin is so priceless, don’t need your permission A new york nigga with no license Tunning must submit that you acolyte Buck false honesty, better than false modesty One time for my thug niggas that smartest submerge One time for my hood them is invading them burbs Two times for them motherfuckers, is hating on nerve Tell em bot on the curve Two times for the urge, when they working my nerves Put your money where your mouth is nigga and change your words Up in here with the curb, and ain’t nobody scared We runnin through the city like represent and divert Pick a side, any side, it’s like a warzone The televize beef to let you know the words on I see shots numb niggas like corthizon They be acting hard, but your body lacks the corizon Mj’s like I’m playin on the chord alone Cause they style’s dumb, like trippin over a cordless phone I said hang em up with that same chord Just for actin like they don’t know what a brain’s for, nigga!