Free Lo, free Zoo
Sippin´ Don Julio in Burberry shoes

Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin´ again

In the distance again, I see ´em hatin´ in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin´ on sins
I´m big dawg, yeah, I´m Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin´ ´em in, turnin´ boys to men
Never livin´ unemployed again, never livin´ off your boy again

Yeah, everything ´plex, never nothin´ foul on the set
Go a hundred thousand miles for the set
Hundred thou´ on the neck
Chin up, never look down on a speck
Never change, money, power, respect
I deal with social neglect
I told you, "Get it," but you ain´t focusin´ yet

Niggas´ bitches actin´ bogus, upset, cryin´ over the neck
I´ma be cryin´ in a Rolls or a Jet
Blowin´ O´s with VV´s on the neck
You can be me on the set, you can win again
I got love for anybody that´s genuine
And if you ain´t real, then we discontinuin´
Like Mortal Kombat, baby, we gon´ finish him

Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin´ again
In the distance again, I see ´em hatin´ in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin´ on sins
I´m big dawg, yeah, I´m Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin´ ´em in, turnin´ boys to men

Never livin´ unemployed again, never livin´ off your boy again

R.I.P. Oomp, nigga, you know what it is
Go on ahead and pop that shit
Go ´head, shake that bitch up, nigga
Rest up, Oomp, point it that way, it´s gon´ pop, yeah
This shit ain´t poppin´, nigga
Now go like that, yeah
You know what I´m sayin´?
Pour that shit out
R.I.P. the homie, man, Oomp
R.I.P. Oomp, God bless his soul
Mad disrespectful shit