Uh huh
Lets get it clear
Brooklyn Vietnam (That's right)
Yo yo, live from the 718, ya'll
Murder City
Lay down nigga (It's the Ill Na Na)
Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth,
y'all understand? (Let's go)
Ride with me as I race through ya hood
Give me
a fifth that'll bang
and a jury that'll hang
Pants saggin' in that Bentley
wagon
Ayo that's my nigga Yacht if
the mink is saggin'
Since a youth I flipped,
on some ruthless shit
Had a thing for rings, bling,
coupes and shit
Some' bout watchin' Montana
come up outta Havana
And rule this world made
me want to grab my hammer
Fuckin' with the Cheddar Boys
Some hustler flip girls instead of boys
Keep filthy laweys, for when
the FEDs annoy us
We keep this shit gangsta
nigga from verse to chorus
And the Street Lords and Truly Yours
Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust
Bleed for the streets love the war
And if my nose bleeds for weeks
I love the raw
Puncture niggas when I come for niggas
Motor City to Brooklyn Veitnam
Nigga it's on 'til my flesh is gone
And even then I live on in gangsta form
What you know about that?
MAC's and cash nigga
how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up livin' it up, nigga what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid,
bleed nigga what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar Boys,
Streets Lords, Truly Yours
It's the "Godfather Buried Alive"
Ayo Po it's the Ill Na Na stuntin'
in 5.0
Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out
In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin'
off when the goons is out
Y'all got a muthafuckin problem when
my dude get out
Dutty ay bust a shot for
Shyne get the Guinness Stout
That's my word I got the Birkin pulled
over up on Parkside & Nostrond
In the butter scotch Rover
I'm ah bad gal style like I'm 'posta
Got his comrades in Clinton
bustin' nuts on my poster
Phone check! Muthafucka hit
the yard up
Comm stop Mid- State Brooklyn
niggas squad up
I'm hot steppin' in the pink
Celine seven
I'ma stunt 'til BIG tell me
there's a ghetto up in heaven
See through niggas take
they time like a man
We don't snitch we don't sing on the
stand but y'all don't hear me though
What you know about that? MAC's and cash
Streets Lords, Truly Yours
Money, cars, guns, hoes
Sniff some blow and I'm good to go
Eagle inflated Federal
Bureau Investigated
Most hated nigga read the affidavit
Uh racing loud pipes
Big fucking menage burning
the turnpike
My game so tight I arouse dykes
You punk rappers should paying
me publishing the way you write
And be sampling my life,
every line in your rhyme
Sound like you want to be
Shyne, and I don't blame ya
Who wouldn't? Young nigga
catching charges
Continental Ts parked in garages
Menages, odds is
I'm the best spittin' it,
nigga I'm gettin' it
I admit it I was watching
New Jack City
And fucking with Goodfellas? Uncle
Paul got me dying to ball
Every thing I talk about I live it
All you hear these rappers
rap about I really did it
I was de signed to hold nines,
and grind
Step out of line put you in
that white line
Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin'
change
You know the game jet planes and cocaine
And what I say might be
held against me
I don't want to talk,
I'm the hottest nigga in New York
What you know about that? MAC's and
cash nigga
how you love that?
What you know about that?
Doin' it up livin' it up, nigga what?
What you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid,
bleed nigga what it is
What you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords,
Shyne And Foxy Brown 
