hey yo crack batta pull up to his crib around midnight
street %#@!, what you know? we only gonna fist fight?
hell nah, where they do that at?

where my ruga at?
see me comming out that black Benz with Miami hat
Pants sag, hundred thousand large in the duffel bag. Headed to my jeweler, my black diamond amueler

rozay in the coola, sittin back gettin medula. yeah, fly ^!$$% but about my
now i throw a gang sign, ^!$$% play nine handle alpine
stickin out my long John, yep

that's Don-Don
i'ma polishin my eagle, me and my hijo,
watchin sports center laughin how they gassed up on T-bow

fresh off a Canada, told em my throat is sore ah ah
ashamed of US money
cut the currency, more

yeah, auto up auction up, Toronto on my second leg,
had em $$# naked kissin each other in winter peg
(come here baby) Wu-Block on the streets waiting for that monster

that money ain't correct so we waitin on our sponsor
2012, if the Lox ain't right, if the money aint correct then we gon drop ourselves
%#@!!

DON DON I'm just warmin up man, D-block!