Yo dun we got guns in the grass    Its three at night   I'm about to take the last swallow of the EZus Jesus   Who got fifty on the next tree   We gotta stop at the store   We need D batteries for the theme music   Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn   Fuck a cab lets take cracked out Yolanda's Saab   We gave that bitch two wibbles   And skated off the a vehicle for that pillow   All outside the borough dun    What happened to Queens like Sutphin and 121   Farmers and 116th   The got us on the BQE    Just to get a taste of that greenery   We took our smoke out to Coney Island posted up by the Himalaya   Pina Colada Champales mixed with Dainey    That's St. Ides in dun lingo   Spillin it on the floor for our dead people    While I spark the sequel   My niggas got lungs   When we smoke that shit only go around once   Dogs we just killin time   Somebody just got they shit twist on the block fucking up the grind   So til it pipe down    We just going at the sluts    Bitch we wanna fuck right now      Cormega    Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries   A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six dimes   I'm one gram from big time a spliff away from overdosin   My heart is broken my man started smokin again   P I heard the tunnel open again   I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in   Its time to load up the autos and semis   I wish my nigga Spank was in the physical form of life   I got my uptown Nikes thugged out and icy   Mad deep   Jumpin out the cocaine white Jeep   Through with strugglin so I resume hustlin   Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin   Yo three in the morning and them Ds on the corner still   Seems we was born to kill   Yo P meet me on the hill   So we can jet through Queens in SUVs   And show these motherfuckers how we rep this thing   Ya know