We them killas that you read about   Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out   Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out   Takin other people money is what we all about      Aiyo, I roll wit the Gods and them, the stars and them   Hundred thousand dollar dollar cars and them   Firestar move deep like the mob and them   America mafia dot com and them   (Yo, dat be dem)   The wild life, livin it up   You get clapped for ya dough, instead of givin it up   (Yo, dat be dem)   Late nights, I-95   Coke in the rye, flashlights searchin the side   (Yo, dat be dem)   Shots howl, rollin wit kings   Thirty ninth street, B.D.'s bringin me greed   (Yo, dat be dem)   Goin uptown, coppin a war   Real shit, Dominicans wit they glocks at the door   Word up      We them killas that you read about   Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out   Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out   Takin other people money is what we all about      We them killas that you read about   Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out   Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out   Takin other people money is what we all about      Aiyo, the deans we don't fucks wit them, or rocks wit them   Before I get locked, I'mma bust shots at them   Broke bitches never trustin them, or lustin them   Pushin the back pocks so I can bust in them   (But, dat be dem)   After-party, sexin wit chicks   Ex-out in the mornin, still fuckin the bitch   (But, dat be dem)   Dice games 4,5,6   Well it's a drought, niggas holdin bout 4/5 bricks   (But, dat be dem)   The bartender hold me a gat   Gettin bottle after bottle, gettin sent to the back   (But, dat be dem)   Riker's Island, H.T.M   On the visit niggas, bringin weed taped to they   Timbs   Word up      We them killas that you read about   Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out   Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out   Takin other people money is what we all about      We them killas that you read about   Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out   Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out   Takin other people money is what we all about      Wild life, killa Queens, ya runs wit them   My dirty Brooklyn niggas, get one's wit them   Ferrari drop behind the Rover, that's my dunns and them   Rob who? what my niggas keep guns on them   (Dat be dem) X-5, GBM   Signal lights in the mirror, bitches next to them   (Dat be dem)   Glassware, cookin up drugs   In the club lost, lookin for love   (Dat be dem)   A hundred fans, chasin them down   Bitch niggas in the projects, hatin 'em now   (Dat be dem)   Takin holes, a coke and ya grow   Buyin clothes, just to open they nose and open they codes      We them killas that you read about   Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out   Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out   Takin other people money is what we all about