Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? Shit man, fuck   Nah man, nah man, hell nah   These bitches is frontin'   The fuck the shit go?      Them drug gangstas   Yo son, you got my shit?   Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit   Son, you ain't got my shit?      Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit   Yo, son, my shit is gone   Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit   Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the      I started buggin' out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit   Passed off, rubbin' on my ski hat, oh shit   My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?   Gleamin' little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded      Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed   And I'm flippin' 'cause these niggaz wanna play me for test   Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces   After that I'm goin' at niggaz pockets      The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit   Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit   Then help me find my shit   Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint      Break out, find my shit   Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it   Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet   Bitch spell it, listen trick, be out, bounce      Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face   She pulled out two white owls   Everybody back the fuck up, move   Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon      Pah, with you and your dudes   If my shit come up, cool   Matter of fact, clack, clack, clack, clack   Niggas pulled out tools      Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off   Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off   We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear   We just lost about mansion in here      And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem   Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem   Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem   Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em      Excuse me, miss, no I ain't havin' it   I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground   Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit   Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch      Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off   Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off and take off those chains   The fat fuck thought I was playin' so I started sprayin'   Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke      The owner slid through beefin', Duke threw the toast to his throat   We brought the noise like we here to promote   My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes   Yo we're leavin' with the vote      A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin'   Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body   We did our thing too we got to the envy lobby   Our last four or five shots we see nobody      Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off   Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off   We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear   We just lost about mansion in here      And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem   Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem   Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem   Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em      Eh yo, eh yo, shit got real that night   Power grabbed him, Vine smacked him dead in his head   (Oh shit, nigga he got a Magnum)   Yo we all holdin', rollin'      Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him   Watchin' niggas foldin'   The bartender got a shotgun in his hand   Let off the wheelchair nigga got him and ran      Surround the don, full body armor automatically on   The faggots passed off the watch and gone   (Yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit)   Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up      Matter of fact nigga, line the fuck up   Nigga tried to swing on G's but he a gentleman   Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it   Two shot G's pealed his meat      Let's see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak   Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up   Niggas'll use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka