Chucks to gators, great to greater
quit the bull%#@! to make the paper


who said a gangster can't be a banker
ya gotta make ya money in large amounts


shut ya mouth, you ain't spittin no dolla signs
you ain't talkin bout swallowin mine


when the mic turned on, Slink Capone for the job
'cuz you know I'm fully qualified


a lotta ^!$$%s wanna know what it takes to make
the pretty (*##$es sell they bodies from state to state


you all caught up in the hype like Wayne Loc say
try the %#@! again, 'cuz it ain't yo day


you wanna dive in head first, but you don't know the game
now they got you for ya scratch and ya Rolex chain


even if ya leakin out a hole in the brain
mutha$#&@a, you still better throw them thangs


Nationwide is the clique, and we supply the funk

snatch a hatin $$# punk and make him ride in the trunk


ain't no denyin us, we the livest
and we never let the mutha$#&@in iron rust


anybody wanna get served, line up
and if you ridin with us, get behind us


Slink Capone, Murda One, Playa Playa on that $$#
get the cash, see in platinum we trust, ^!$$% what???


I put a punk (*##$ in a chokehold for trippin
intervenin on my Crippin and we known for dippin


don't try to clown and get caught up in the wrong position
ya hard head, what you think you too grown to listen


only GOD really knows how long we livin
unforgiven, but our acts be hunger driven


growin up in the city, made some wrong decisions
but $hort plugged me in, now I'm on precision