Come up Boys - DJ Drama, La the Darkman, Willie the Kid

Niggas, I’m sick of them, hoes, don’t think of them

Countin drug money, with a PHD coriculom

Ain’t no sickin 'm, ain’t no trickin 'm

No TIP, I might thickin 'm

As if, puff my splif

You wanna throw, I knock your ass to bits

I’m like DatPiff.com, I’m the bom

Nigga, I’m a killer, put my hand on the bomb

Hundred Gs on the arm, hundred Gs on the charm

Big black nigga, who like to front

Don’t speak the mods, only confedonts

I’m under envestagation, like Berry Bonds

Kiss my wife, hug my moms

Characteristics of a don

War like Vietnam

I blast the fifth, then plead the fifth

Like Diddy say, «no bitch ass in this

La!

Caviar wishes, Madoosa on my dishes

Chillin with my niggas, let me introduce the bitches

Atlanta party, takin pictures with the bitches

Niggas actin like the game came with the glitches

I never flintch, too big for my briches

Marol Lintch money, tryna dodge Willie lintches

Willie The Kid chain bright like the Big Dipper

I’m a star, sippin Yak off the snifter

In my opinion’s stiffer, with the drifter

Only fuck with the mediat fam members

We tight like the zippers on the Members Only jacket

Sharp as a cactus, sandpaper raps, tryna match up my tablit

What you call rappin, I call talkin practice

Call it how I see it, gotta live it to be it

The weed Caribbean, the guns European

And if I wasn’t rappin, I’d probably studdy law

And in my spare time, writin for the Final Call

Welcome to the NSC, the SSR

Hey MG, we the best by far