it gets no better than this
it's the hottest shit on street
it move units like shania twain on a mobb beat
the solar system stand still
gods listen when i speak the world pay attention it's
talkin like you straight thug
i catch you while you shoppin for kicks
shoot outs is spontaneous and
cause i come through wrinkled up
but are you listenin to the words man? my shit bang kid
these rap niggaz think i'm talkin bout them
i be the h.n.i.c. the head nigga in charge
the m.o.b.b. the status - we large
the h.n.i.c. the head nigga in charge
the m.o.b.b. the status - we large
me and my dogs enjoy this
celebrate your death blow a kiss
piss on your casket kick ya tombstone and shit
and i ain't even that foul type a dude
but all's fair in love and war it's whatcha hand called for
now ya mans wanna ride for your cause
and i be god-damned if they put they hands on me
money brings power and puts guns in parties
sends niggaz on amtrak with those for your body
it pays for thirty plane tickets if we got beef
you all know what that is
i grew up in the hoods and the projects with dope fiends and crack heads
teenage killers with mack-10s
best friends cut each other's throat and twist they own fan backwards
maybe that'd live now i'm on some rap shit
album sold out keeps me far from the big house
the hand guns from that bigger house
cause ain't nobody cuttin for me to enforce to hold it down like
the h.n.i.c. the head nigga in charge
the h.n.i.c. the head nigga in charge