[Chorus]
Its for my mob figgas
My mob figgas

My dolla billas
And my dope dealas
Guerillas

And killas getting jigga
[x2]


[Verse 1]
From city to city
We be runnin wit no pity

^!$$%s that's thinkin they witty
Be endin up in the gutter %#@!ty
Be dying for kitty cat

Petty like pity pat
In a city that don't give a damn
About you less you clockin grands

Understand
That's game
That's the game gone till be till the end of time

Whether you dealin, exortin, killin, or writin rhymes
Me and my clicka slicka
Me rujer that's me chicka

Me love to finga freaka
So listen to her speaka
We burnin down the block

And boilin the blood that it bleed
Ya boy Rasheed
Blazin the bomb weed

Let me proceed
To lace em up enterprise
Center ya eyes

On the prize
No matta the size
Wise guys workin my franchise

Hatas despise
Seein us rise
Capitalize while they fantasize

You gotta be that Miro Miro Miro
I mean the boss maan
For that you gotta have alota balls maan


[Chorus]
[x2]


[Verse 2]
Killa $$#assin like Sicily

Sneaky sicillian
Meet me at the pavillion
Sippin on hen twisted with lime and gin

These (*##$es they hoppin on them players
Makin mail in this game they coochie poppin
And wanna lay us

Wicked widows wit bodies that a make you leave ya wife
Soon as she get you you turn your back
She stab you wit a knife

We keep it bumpin
Never lovin these hoes scrubbin
That's the way it goes when you dealin wit pros

Stay playaistic
Or get it twisted
That's the motto

Keep it calm and pop anotha champagne bottle
And let's get $#&@ed up everyday like it's a celebration
Bangin that music from the speaker givin good vibrations

And put the funk in the air
We got the skunk ova here
Future millionares tellin the coppers we

Blaze one for the nation
No playahation
And buck a shot in ya location


[Chorus]
[x2]


[Verse 3]
Pleasure and pain
So many years gotta deal wit the aggravated mind
Time is money

But the money is so addicted to me
It's just history
From %#@! I be kickin so wickedly
Now that we elevated it's a changin of time
Dirty ^!$$% from the slums of the Philadel

La connecta wit Mexicanoes in Texas it's burnin hell
We hot, hot, hot
Don't $#&@ around we chop chop
%#@! down from A Town
Saviola wit the A.K. in the baby srtolla

Slangin birds wion the Internet
Commit murder through Motorola's
Illegal means makin money
By any means necessary
Crossin the bosses we ain't leavin no commentary

But cemetaries two elevens and one eight sevens
Bad habits cause homie I gotta have it
Spittin bullets of the D.A. and the crooked popo
BAAAAANG another WETBLACK logo

[Chorus]

[x2]