(feat. Ghetto Dwellas)

[Party Arty]

Yo, we some known thugs, bad to the bone thugs
The feds got the phone bugged, even player-haters show love
I gotta give Tone love, we call him Trigger cause he throw slugs

I sold drugs, every year, summer to summer
Now it's me and Flow pullin up Hummer to Hummer
Gettin money while y'all cats gettin Dumber & Dumber

I run with cats, livin sort of savage, extortion status
Pull out the nine and off with cabage, lil' !@$)gots tossin salads
Party Arty, I push the Porsche to Dallas

Bumpin 'Horse & Carriage', flossin carats
Everywhere I go it's thugs and drugs
One day we bustin slugs, next day love is love

Next week it's on again, we at war again
So warn your men, G.D., we was born to sin
Take you back to the origin of this

Grab my dick and force it in your (*##$
Flossin in a whip, ^!$$%s gun, I'm tossin em clips


[A.G.]
I roll with puff lye ^!$$%s, do or die ^!$$%s
Triple homicide ^!$$%s, y'all still my ^!$$%s

Son, it's A.G., hip hop legend
You can catch me in a silver 7
Blowin l's with my brethren

Honey think she a 10, hope she feel it's 11
I'm a 6 figure ^!$$% 'bout to make it to 7
And y'all rap poem ^!$$%s get slapped and sent back home

Got more hot lines than Tac - phone, ask Tone
Shortie want it doggy style, I hit it like Snoop and %#@!
Your plaques, they platinum - still ain't recoupin %#@!

You rock Versace, heard you boost the %#@!
Girls on some rooster %#@!, lovin me on some cupid %#@!
(Stupid (*##$) I reek havoc at seminars, showtime

Like Magic and Jabar won't have it cause I'm Allah
Shorties wishin on a star, here's one with a dick attached
They think these wicked raps, ^!$$%s front, we get the gats


[D Flow]
Yo, I gangbang, let the pain ring, leave your brain stained

Let the chain hang, front, I'ma pop that thang-thang
Know them chicks remember a ^!$$% like me
When I'm done them (*##$es 'get on the bus' like Spike Lee

The best I might be, burn you lightly with 10 bars
I bend broads, big dick ^!$$% with 10 cars
Open you up with- Gem-stars- your mentals

Floss every now and then, but son, I been large
Listen, (*##$es acknowledge the don and polish the -one
Got gats with silencers on when I have my son a prophet is born

Ain't no stoppin us calm from droppin the bomb
Rolex watch on the arm, the type to plop on your moms
Trust no one, don't talk, roll on or get stole on

G.D., me and P, we get our mutha$#&@in flow on
I make a bad (*##$ lick the $$#crack
Cause they turn me off with "can I have this, can I have that?"

Hoes even ask for half the ASCAP
But I ain't tricked since I was 16, (*##$, I'm past that
Nowadays pass the gat, let me dirty the %#@!

Mutha$#&@a, let me see how dirty you get
Me and my ^!$$% ride around in convertable %#@!
And if it's us on the track, no doubt, we murder the %#@!


Yeah
G.D.

Party Arty
A.G.
D-Flow

My man Woo's up in here
Yeah
I'm 'bout to get my dance on

I'ma let me see how I do my dance
Yo
Let them hear that %#@!


[Woo]
(Oh, you want me..?)
My ^!$$%s be smokin isms
My ^!$$%s be stackin ones

My ^!$$%s be smokin isms
My (*##$es be wearin thongs
My ^!$$%s be smokin isms
My ^!$$%s be gettin it on
My ^!$$%s be smokin isms


[coughing]

Big L
Rest In Peace, baby

MVP
#1, baby
We love you, baby