Plug, word yo   I'm sayin'?   Know, you know we had the baddest   Motherfuckin' unit back in the days, kid   You know that?   You know what I'm sayin'?   I miss all my niggas though believe me   And I'll never forget none of 'em      Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I say   I had these motherfuckin', all these wild-ass niggas man   You know what I say, LB?   Shit is wild overall, you know what I'm sayin', God?   Word up, you know what I'm sayin'?   So you let my shit go on the count of three, though   You know what I'm sayin'?      Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks   Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks   While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds   Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'   Morphine, the God seen more cream and upstate   Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen'   Chill Pah, the God'll be a star when you come home   Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone      So see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'   And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin', keys twenty-four a brick   Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit   Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June   By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room   Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off   Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up   I took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it, I got your back though      Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit   Let's get moneys son, now you wanna smoke shit   Chill God, yo, the Son don't chill Allah   What's today's mathematic son, Knowledge God      Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere   Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia   Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano   Selling coke right out the bottle   Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds   Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece   Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures   Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor      Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby   Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate   Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks   Night time rollin' with spics   Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank   Sixteen shots in his fist to bank   And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana   Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed paisandra      Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon   Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on   I can't front though, truck loads of indo   Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe      Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit   Let's get moneys son, now you wanna smoke shit   Chill God, yo, the Son don't chill Allah   What's today's mathematic son, Knowledge God      Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit   Let's get moneys son, now you wanna smoke shit   Chill God, yo, the Son don't chill Allah   What's today's mathematic son, Knowledge God      Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit   Let's get moneys son, now you wanna smoke shit   Chill God, yo, the Son don't chill Allah   What's today's mathematic son, Knowledge God      Yeah, uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggas   Word up, show your love   Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah   Word up, London, Europe, Africa   Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah   Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah   About to make moves and slide like grease   Moves and slide like grease