(feat. Freeway)

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]

GUESS who stepped in the motha $#&@in door!
Who? R.C. I break laws and make laws
You do WHAT? Break jaws and take yours

I got heart that somethin y'all couldn't pay for
Got paper, money forever green
Glock .20 spittin a hundred and seventeen

Who gonna stop money, the homies forever scream
Never gonna happen, all go out clappin
Ay yo, R-Dot sling hard rock yay yo

I'm bout payroll
Hoes, love them ^!$$%s that game tight
Trust me, I'm gon' be drillin the same night

that I peeps her, R play with more keys than Alicia
With the poppies I got credit like Visa
I breathe ether, make you fools believers

R Dot Brooklyn bangin a team leader

[Chorus]

[Red Cafe]
Y'all ^!$$%s industry, my ^!$$%s in these streets
We get money endlessly

(*##$ ^!$$%s don't blend with me
Real ^!$$%s move in with me
Now move out

[Red Cafe & Freeway]
Y'all ^!$$%s industry, my ^!$$%s in these streets
We get money endlessly

(*##$ ^!$$%s don't blend with me
Real ^!$$%s move in with me
Now move out


[Verse 2: Freeway]
Guess who STEPPED in this mother $#&@a

Need no intro, entro TECHS in the mother $#&@a
Free-way, your man and his gat
I @@#! slugs back rip through your vest

The block run that handle the glock
and die one day pray with the Lord
Scream gun play but run to the cops

When I'm in the room your (*##$ cater to boss
Rap Prince Nasir slip hook and a block
You wanna BET my team flow better than y'all

Ghetto ^!$$% get head in a drought
Free a Smith & Wesson metal ^!$$% throw lead at your pops
Plus y'all ^!$$%s industy

My ^!$$%s in the streets
We dump heat, circle the block
Let the mack squirt on whoever act first

Let your Ac hurt, truck in the shop
Listen y'all ^!$$%s into rap and don't get interviews


[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Red Cafe]

This the block where ^!$$%s run lights
Every night, gun fights
^!$$%s scream $#&@ the cops, you better come right

Crack is slung, !@%!e is snorted
And everybody know everybody and they support it
Streets is infested, I can't lie

I'm in the street well invested, nothin I can't buy
And I mean nothin, I can buy your life
^!$$% you ain't nothin, go ahead sip somethin

You little punk don't tempt me
I made sure I left my car trunk empty
Just so you know I'm only here to claim the king of the throne

Whether it takes a mic fight or swingin the chrome
I need it, and I'ma bring it till its brought, believe it
Plus I know you ain't got no iron cause you anemic

Hold up, I don't think you heard me
You ain't got no iron cause you anemic


[Chorus]

[Outro: Red Cafe]
I gave everybody ample opportunity to get money with me
Now you gonna watch me eat from the sidelines ^!$$%

Lets do it