[Intro]
(If you had the strength) If you were strong enough nigga
(If you had the strength) [You sweet] You'd probably go against me and win
(If you had the strength) [I oughta kiss you] But you?
[You'd probably like that] You don't stand a chance nigga!
[Fucking faggot!]

[Verse 1]
I do more than talk that, I muhfuckin' walk that
Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get clapped at
I sleep with the stainless, I walk with the stainless
Man everybody know about 50, I'm famous
New York, New York, I run New York
Ask Dread at the weed spot, I come through in a mean drop
In different boroughs I had different moments
...on different days, niggas know how I'm on it
I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga
I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga
I'm a hustler, it don't get no bigger
Queens, South Side till they bury me
BX, two techs, flames out the nozzles
R-1 one wheel, Christian Dior goggles
Spar with me, start some shit, send the shooters out
Come out the club, we out front with the Rugers out
Now ain't no sense in talkin' peace my brotha
That beef pop, I'll send ya monkey ass to see Allah

[Hook]
* These niggas ain't strong enough
* Their money ain't long enough
* When they bump heads with me
* They find out the guns do bust
* We gettin' paper, in God we trust
These sucka-ass niggas...

[Repeat *]
(click-clack) Suck on this nigga!

[Verse 2]
When I say "I'll kill you," I'll kill you
As a kid, I wasn't kidding then
Special Ed. kid in the back on Ritalin
Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up
Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup?
I'm rich now, niggas know about my dividends
Lookin' at ____ report, check out what I'm livin' in (???)
Fuck a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now
Crib the size of a New York City block now
Okay okay, try me and get shot down
I'm like a Zebra, I got so many stripes
I'm the fuckin' General, I run my clique right
It was five of us, all of us millionaires
Now one's a fuckin' junkie, and one's a fuckin' queer
Now there's three of us, that's the way we started
They call me crazy, cold-blooded, and black-hearted
I don't play no games, niggas Beg for Mercy
Then we T.O.S., put that ass to rest

[Hook]
* These niggas ain't strong enough
* Their money ain't long enough
* When they bump heads with me
* They find out the guns do bust
* We gettin' paper, in God we trust

These sucka-ass niggas...

[Repeat *]
(click-clack) Suck on this nigga!

[Intro]
Dre niggas think we bullshittin'...
Yeah... Yeah...

[Hook]
Nigga try me son he best have the heat on him
Whoop him out his clothes, get to moppin' the street with him
Boy I'll put ya body in a bag, front on me I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies (2x)

[Verse 1]
Nigga front on me the goons and goblins come out
Bushmaster 100-shot drums will run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me Big Homie
Me, I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
They make the hammers ring, they on your ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas'll flip
Sig Sauer semi-assault, let it off at your wig
Here I is where the money is, I still get biz
If D's know about the beef, you gunna still get did
It'll be a tombstone on your fuckin' grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct tryina' talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien nigga, when I start gettin' loose on ya
Closest thing to Lucifer, ya think you got a noose on ya
I make it hard to breathe
I come where you hustle, air it out
Make it hard to eat
Have you lookin' both ways, like you crossin' the street

[Hook]
Nigga try me son he best have the heat on him
Whoop him out his clothes, get to moppin' the street with him
Boy I'll put ya body in a bag, front on me I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies (2x)

[Verse 2]
Niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fuckin' kill the messenger
Your whole clique, hollow tips'll tear up the rest of ya
This ain't The Carter, nigga this is Sparta, it's harder
I'll die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a clip or let a case off, I'll have ya pussy ass runnin' like a race horse
Follow orders now, Yay' shoot his face off
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun!
See how when you listen to me all the cash come?
I was born with the Tech, it's a birth defect
I was conceived in a Benz, ended up in the Pens
This what happen when the have-nots turn into Sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie down on them back blocks
It's horrific ... nah it's terrific
I got it if you sniff it
Go 'head nigga, twist it
Get lifted, God damn I'm gifted

[Hook]
Nigga try me son he best have the heat on him
Whoop him out his clothes, get to moppin' the street with him
Boy I'll put ya body in a bag, front on me I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies (2x)

[Bridge]
Yeah...
I tell 'em "ride on him," then they ride on him
"Get the line on him, then squeeze the nine on him"
Head shot, 40-Glock, blow his mind on him
It's a hit, not a jux, leave his shines on him

[Verse 3]
Now you can watch me, nigga like the police watch me
I move properly, go 'head catch a shell tryin' stop me
F430 Spyder, carbon fiber
Hit my targets like Al Qaeda, natural fighter
Rapid fire, you sweet like apple cider
The Mac'll fire, the mask like Michael Myers
It's awfully quiet, when I get on my bullshit
No smile, no laughs, you gets no pass
You could explain to my niggas while they whoop your ass
My hands itch when the money come, it's hard to explain it
Last time it itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid

[Hook]
Nigga try me son he best have the heat on him
Whoop him out his clothes, get to moppin' the street with him
Boy I'll put ya body in a bag, front on me I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies (2x)

Say Something

Uh, we just gonna keep it goin' and goin', until I feel completed and happy about it...You know? Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man Brewster Place, he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn, clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands, ain’t got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land. Events recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pans, rockets and I up in the sky like helicopter cams... And you down there in the traffic jam from here I’ve seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestlin' fans... Came up from the bottom of the eye exam ZOOM Now I’m like the biggest G up in the room, still hard to see me like the truth on TV or the roof from the sidewalk, I don’t flo' (floor), I ceiling My mama said they need me... 'cause, I’m made from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves, they glass is half full so I spit into them like Celie, no longer G, now you can see me but your letter's still under my sea like seaweed C and G but nothing bout me C-G, It’s all real, none of this is green screen... "Shut Up and Let Me Go" just like The Ting Tings, I’m feelin' like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs. I’ve rocked it from the shouters to the soccer moms, try to stop what’s going on... you’ll see the back of my hand like the tops of palms, I’m balling like the tops of pawns, circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds. Short-footed and War Headed like the tops of bombs, Domino-in n****'s, delivery is Papa John's, Little Ceaser‘s, uh, burning down your Pizza Hut... Plaque collection building 'cause, I don’t brush my teeth enough, yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuck but this like my weaker stuff, they ask “Is this his day-to-day 'cause this is like a week to us?” Mic is shy and speakers blush, I is shy and he is uh, I correct, me is uh- no we is uh- cause its like two of me and each of us, rappin' acid, eat this up, A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is tough, West Side ridin', lot of n****'s salty 'cause, 'cause I be overseas and tough. Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen this, NahRight gotta stream this, motherfuckin' genius! Brave and fly, you backbone-less and wingless, bunch of chickens on the strip, I’m coming for they fingers... till what they throwin' up is meaningless... Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn’t make MTV’s list... Finish fingers, eating wrist, feedin' frenzy and shit, Succotash stuffering, Chicken-Frikasee'en this... a beat eatin' media blitz, pace is getting feverish, pain is growing severish... these the peppers Peter picked, things are at their easiest, Real Compton city G’in it but I’m from Chicago...house lights, bravooos! *Applause*.... Yeah, I’m just playin'....Internet, check!

All The Way Turnt Up

Microphone Check, I make em all bounce, every Teller in Bank of America, make em all count. You gone need the whole staff to add up the amount... it's gonna take to pay me off to keep me out your house, to keep me in my zone so that I don't zone out. I'm Rich and Po' like Zone 4, thoughts is deep like Tone Loc, walk with me like old folk, 'cross your street a score's goal'ed, I don't rap I hockey rink...'cause my flow is so cold! I am on my "umm hmm," they are on they "Oh, No!" I am really in here (hair), they ain't real like Soul Glo. Don't you know I'm so sho, them n****'s got no Glow, find a master for you can come back into the DoJo! Lupe got his mind right, N**** this is my mic and I've come to take it all back like MILLER HIGH LIFE!!! () He must not be tied tight...back against the wall... he will throw a ball, like he playin' Jai Alai. I'll do the register, you just get them fries right. I don't trust America, after watchin' Zeitgeist. Take a look at my stripes, chest looks like a tiger' arm and I'm hot as tiger balm, fire like a five-alarm, (???.....) get ya fire-fighter on.... I ain't worried 'bout you hoes (hose). I don't even need to roll. I turn down your Ex like how you put your tires on. Once I get these tires on I buy a bomb and tie it on and ride this around the entire song, find a line to drive it on, park it near a metaphor, wait for it, the timer's on, you can turn your hydrants on, I'll just turn my wipers on, wipe it off then wipe me down but don't forget about my bomb!

Fire

[Verse 1] i was bout as uncool (uncle) as a nieces mothers biggest brother but now its all butter now i'm bout as uncool as some cover to a pool from a puddle like a monsoon but subtler slowly pull up my pants or sag it to a flooder now u need a submarine the way im cuffin my jeans like i'm arresting my dress code the dress clothes and the dress toes so lets roll ghetto lambda lambda's how i address those niggas might peep and think geek but you need that when you knee deep goin on waste high get up to your neck just like a great tie i finally got the windsor, like on my eighth try your shirts still soakin wet, your slacks ain't dry and i have yet to even fall from the sky i'm hotter than red with a head full of lye better run and get spike, tell him i'm on fire [Verse 2] hell, i don't wanna see ya like a male stripper as you picture yourself lookin at pictures of male strippers thats how that i don't wanna go to hell nigga wish ya well like a wishin well wisher wish itself it fell at first so now i sail with ya if it happen to sink, i pitch in with pales and pitchers, bucket and cup it back to the river then cover the leak with garbage pail kid stickers {dynamite} and first aid the way ya saviors now ya flow look like my bedroom door when i was four no rockin that boat, or you be swimmin, fo sho oh, i stay ship shape all aboard thats just how i roll, when i try and keep the run afloat hatins a disease and its deadly if you catch it crabs in the bucket always tryna pull me backwards position rarely change so they dont really matter if not the same then similar like asher and mathers bow [Verse 3] bully or i bogard, bodacious so i'm humphrey i used to rubber band, but now i got a bungee if you let me expand, that refers to the money gucci's all good, chanel is all chummy and that aint even for me, my honey and my mommy i'd rather be bummy, nappy on top cipriani in my tummy, the fade is for the fans not even for my fans, its more for like the brand whether you hear the words, or just a show of hands the sign language lady who be translatin my jams you really like the beats or you barely understand why i throw my set up wherever i am man, its cuz i love my town my mind was a sponge, but now its sham-wow i never throw in the towel so just wipe me down but don't you get to close they might have to put you out