We doing this baby, oh shit   What the fuck happened?   Nah man, nah, nah this what I'm a do   I'm a get on the phone one time   Stupid, yo, aiyyo, aiyyo      Why this shit ain't cooking up right   Papi told me this is solid white   Fuck it wrap it up take it back up, still in all it's a play out   Tired of spending money, might get them niggaz laid out   Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo, stop acting hostile yo   And yo don't point that shit at me   Bad enough I gotta come in the crib   Wid Spanish niggaz using languages and shit      I'm feeling like a dick, left the crib with my hand brolic   This is some bullshit, might get knocked take the wrist coward   Yo Fernando what happened?   Shit cooking up backwards, light up a backwood   Don't make me backtrack, blew it dime it the llelo lay low   Saying in my mind, fuck that Papi gotta pay off   Cash rules the power woo chant it   Yo Louis this ain't our product, this is Carlos family      Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker   Coming out my ice choker, my man in the back looking colder   Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me   Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83   Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it, light the stove up   Julie go to the store get some flour, sat back burning a big dutch   With the crisp eighteen shot glock, stashed in my nuts   Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling, now it start drizzling      Rainy day murder black won't miss him   Still I'm yelling this shit is business, but they still ain't gonna violate   What I stand for with these drizzers   He took it off the stove run the water   Trying to work me yo, knew I shouldn't a hit the nigga's daughter   He might showed more love   Than went in the freeze, broke the ice down, pour it in   We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew      Fly Khaluas is mad sliding coronas through   Feeling like Castro's cousin, gave them niggaz all of my life   All of my paper all my judgment, it droppa only like an ounce worth   Should I just come out my shirt, go berserk and let the macks burst   Skate off body in the Bronx, same shit, Gotti was on   Shallah they gonna get your's play it calm   Seventeen five was the total plus the five   Hundred for the cab driver that was rollin'