[John Gotti] I don´t think, pound for pound I don´t think there´s a more sincere, better guy in this fuckin´ world than me Th-the more for everybody
You could see-see what I got, you could see what I got compared to what other people got And I can´t believe what I read and what I hear I don´t know who this guy is that they´re talking about Maybe somebody could introduce me to him someday I don´t believe ´em
[Berner & Mozzy] I told Benny I got plenty Machine, what up? Mozzy, Gangland
[Berner] They treat us like pharaohs, AK with two barrels Used to have a bitch sellin´ pussy for mе on O´Farrell In the middle of thе candle, there´s a twenty grand stack
Heat the glass, pull the wax out, and cut that bitch in half Carbon paper ´round the paper, makin´ fifty stack flimsy Feelin´ like a magazine, sendin´ cash gets tricky I´m bags not blicky No smalls in the pack When they froze the bank account, I thought I would fall back I miss Encrochat, used to wipe my phone clean Three times a week, different level to the stream Throw a few Gs on each, I´m somewhere out of reach When the phone loses service, I´ll be back in town with heat My old plug out in Maryland, got caught up with some heroin Controlled buy at the four-point Sheridan
Fuck a snitch, let ´em die slowly Around here I´m the big homie, the top ??? only
[Mozzy] Yeah The opposition ain´t no competition Loaded chopper in this Honda Civic, I stay on top of business It´s sneak dissin´ when you not specific The DA gave that boy a deal, he turned it down, he´s very optimistic Perpetrator, baby, not the victim We unforgiven when it come to trippin´, it spit out double digits You want this Pacquiao? Then come and get it I put them boogers ´round my Granny Goose referrin´ to this flooded image It´s hard to leave ´em when you love the trenches
Where was the love when I locked and you ain´t come to visit? They cracked the code, went through the phone and ain´t find nothin´ in it You touch a ticket then you tuck a ticket Tell ´em run the trinket, yeah We money motivated, fuck these bitches We pull up at back to back to back in all these younger Benzes I never ratted, that´s a fact, it ain´t no smut on niggas Said all this hustlin´ got me up on niggas What´s up with niggas?
[Conway the Machine] Street nigga since a young boy, knee-deep in the game Cookin´ up before school, school clothes reekin´ of ´caine
Always keep it a hunnid, you better keep it the same Niggas´ll rest in peace you just for a small piece of my chain Need to refrain from ever speakin´ my name Call my shooter, Method Man, one call, he bringin´ the pain Say they just your homeboys while police think you a gang The people can´t wait to hit you with RICO, think it´s a game And the feds applyin´ pressure to the weakest link in your chain Now listen to the weakened chief in a unbelievable strain (Talk to ´em) Say they shooters, believe you me, we do the same Scopin´ a beam on that mop, I´m just increasin´ my aim (Yeah)
Nobody do it how we do it Educated, luxury, coke rap, street music The impossible? You seen Machine do it Made fifty off a thousand dollar pounds of mid, those the G-Units
[Styles P] Tell niggas, "Cut it out," they barely got heart Tell ´em, "Cut it out," hoppin´ out the coupe, gun butt ´em out Throw ´em in the passenger, maybe it´s the Porsche Or NSX Acura, let me be accurate Money in the vacuum in a house made to clap at ya Fuck about your shooter Me? I got a homie that´ll throw you off the roof Vaycay in Aruba, he could dog food uzi in a Uber I been outside since Dougie Fresh, Slick Rick the Ruler
Violate? That´s a shot to your medula, point-blank I could run the point Take my points, that´s how point rank (That´s how I rank) Nevermind all this plug lingo The Ringo, hellcat engine, I would have dubbed Nino (I would have dubbed him) If this was New Jack City, I would have shot him in the face, brought the crew back with me Yeah From the first to the thirty-first, we outside doin´ dirty work If you got it from the mud, you was dirty first
[Benny the Butcher] The Butcher comin´, nigga When this rap shit over, I at least need twenty out it, M´s
So I´ma need less friends and more money counters Perfect life for who? That´s what y´all think? That´s funny, how? ´Cause I´m stressed I guess I just don´t deal with no money problems (Money ain´t a problem) How to make a million dollars? Guess I´m the perfect example of it Well, streets guided me this far, so how can´t I love it? (How can´t I?) I used to take three hundred grams and cut it (Yeah) I trafficked strapped, pistol tucked down my belt line with a handle rubbin´ On my white boy shit at the Mandalay chuggin´ beers (Yup) Brought a chip to my town like a Tampa Bay Buccaneer (Griselda) Niggas say they ´bout to drop but got nothin´ I wanna hear (Ha ha ha)
Your first mistake was probably thinkin´ I fuckin´ care They was out to get the squad but look at us now, it´s too late Alphabet garage, C-L-S, R-T, Q-8 "Fuck the streets, you a rapper," That´s how my plug used to tell it to me Fell out when I wanted a quarter-brick and he wouldn´t sell it to me (Sell it to me) Fuck ´em The Butcher comin´, nigga
[ John Gotti] Dictated that I take each course I took I didn´t have any multiple choice Black and ??? hair ??? five hundred dollars in this ???