(feat. Billy Bathgate)

Look...

I'm here to make a mil off of fifteen bricks
I rob for, can't see me workin' for Job Corps
It's Gates, dog

A little introduction to me
Crack's D unto himself
Who else $#&@in with me?

Who got the %#@! in a chokehold?
Who gettin that powder?
Who got the candy red 'Pala

sittin with M. Holla?
Its real life and I aint got to act in a flick
or make a skate and play like I'm blackin a (*##$

Young'n...
I like the 5, but feel right in the 6
Its more roomy, so I can feel right in your (*##$

%#@!, I drink Velvey, Henny, and Cris
In the hood they call me can't-get-right
But I can get right

It aint a ho in harlem that can't get piped
or any five boroughs
My 9 semi starts trouble

I want y'all to act up
Go head and play dumb
Billy Bathgates my name, huh

^!$$%, I shot ya

(Yeah...DJ Clue...Desert Storm...fat shout:

my ^!$$% Just Blaze, Enigma, word up)