Let's go (Ah-ha!)
"Kick it to 'em, man!"
Huh, and you say New York City
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
This is a Gangsta Grillz Invasion!
And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Step into the ring
And you— ugh, and you— and you say London
Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh
Escobar!
Y'all wilding out on some stupid shit, just for the sake of it
No home training, hip-hop atheists
Tryna get your lil' stripes
Fuck around and lose your low life
Here's a jew-el: I know you all too well
You're too frail; nickname: "Frail-ien"
I'm a pastor, the Esco-palian (The Evil Genius!)
Jackers, rappers: I baptize 'em, chastise 'em (Dramatic!)
This time, I gotta spank a young'un'
Discipline 'em, bring a chipped tooth back
Crack babies can't do the math
I'm the ruler, Haf, ugh
So I gotta point the Ruger, man
Publicity stunts, you still can't fool the fam
We'll spot you after
You can't have it 'cause you just a actor
Ain't shit without your entourage
You too thugged, you all wild
Catch you alone, you're all smiles—happy-face
Back in the day, there were codes and codes meant something
Nowadays, they all fronting
Snitching, talking, working with the boys
You ain't built for that light, never reach for them toys
'S'not ice, that's ZZ's and mores and nights
Nas in the building, so it's on tonight
Eight-seven, V-Live, allures is right
Shawty on my arm, she the boss's wife
Huh, and you say New York City
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors) Ah-ha!
And you— ugh, and you— and you say London
Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh (Yo, yo)
Feel me out, yeah, I got a million in the house
Show money, all from drug dealers in the South
Not a killer (Uh-uh), nah, I'm in the villa, chilling out
With your girl, pouring coconut Ciroc in her mouth (Ow)
I apply what you call "boss penetration" (Yeah)
Slugs fly, then you feel the cross-ventilation (Yeah)
Plus, I got enough bars to end the nation (Uh-huh)
You can't understand 'Kiss if you ain't into Jason (True)
Knew I would be all right 'long as the brothers felt me (Yup)
It's no way they could hurt me—just help me (Yup)
Bumpy Johnson was rich, but he wasn't wealthy (Haha)
Money isn't everything, you're happier when you're healthy (Ugh)
I don't chitchat (Nah), them things come gift-wrapped (Yeah)
Choppers that don't make noise with no kickback
Right there in front of your mama, you get pounded (Ugh)
Treat the track like Rihanna, and "Chris Brown" it
Huh, and you say New York City
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors) Yonkers
And you— ugh, and you— and you say London (Ayo, Al-Qaeda!)
Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh
Ayo, Don-Don, I'm going in (Don-Don!)
Yeah, ugh, geah, what it do, New York City? (Brrrah!)
I wore shiny suits when I was down with Diddy (It's okay)
You heard us going in when we was beefing with Fiddy (What up, fam'?)
But now, I'm not on that, I'm talking 'bout growth (Uh-huh)
I always had bread, but never had the whole loaf (Nah)
Dolo, two women down, he tryna do both (Come here, baby!)
Fishbowl, step-tronics; CD, Delfonics
Your face like you was down with Onyx, yeah (Rrrrr!)
Cock the hammer, rock the bells, killing (Geah)
Spilling rose in the Panorama (Woo!)
Young Mr. Magic on one-piece pajama (Haha)
Ice-cube-lookin' flash on top of the camera (Yeah)
Fan a picture off when you done with it
Now I have fun with it (Where you at, son?)
In Cabo, all out in the sun with it (Let's go)
Donny, three-fifty-seven, long (Hehe)
Put the hammer in your mouth, Trey Songz ("Say 'aah'")
Geah!
Huh, and you say New York City
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh (Champ is Here 3!)
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh (Watch the mic work!)
(Only describe us as soldier survivors) Top Five, Dead or Alive
And you— ugh, and you— and you say London (Top Five, Dead or Alive)
Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh (Top Five, Dead or Alive)
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