Introduction - Moss, Ill Bill, Inspectah Deck

Yow, yow

I tell the G’s to pay respect unto disabled vets

When in the place of rest

Pray in tech, pray death

Praise the chef

Main event, lobster tails, crab cones

Master hotels with glass floors

Push them out yo face and pay your net

For cocaine and step

Gold chains is wet

Slow pace for pet

Go place your bets

Lowkey finesse

Broke bandages

Translate to full magnum clips

Niga dollar’s worth the pain or no canvases

I’m Mount Rushmore

I’m where the stone faced gangstas live

That’s who I run for

Where we hold them big stacks of bricks

Stacks to flip

Bags to stiff

I’m the American dream

Speed and bags a piff

With my hand on my dick

To even the ghost

Master likes to eat till she cold

Where them early guns to make sure

The beretta was pure

Pure but client fell

And I felt you can’t yet define hell

So be very particular to whom you try to sell

Aye yo my Johnny Blast fast full of Johnny Cash

Stacks fat as Mami’s ass

I’m stretching niggas like Pilates class

Cornerstones main ringers sorta like I’m Corleone

Positive you my son just like the Maury show

Off you go real identifier

On my streets pull me some petrifier

You call a dealer justified

I’m a triple 3, have a G, half a B

Naturally me

So in it, ‘No Limit,' Master P

Fax killer, tax biller

My whole back guerillas

We mash up the base, we crack dealers

Them bow wow’s and fine bitches

Living the life where I shine

Haters on the side no eye witness

As they should though

What’s good yo

Get a nigga Moe, some of the milk yo

I am not a rapper

I am greatness personified

My words are murder

My statement’s a homicide