top-notch gangsta

yea gpg

yea gunpowder guru

yayo

fif what's good

banks whattup

yea

r.i.p to lodi mac

i pray to god i get them niggaz back

i'm on that rich nigga shit i could kill about 5 of you

and when you die i build a mall on top of you

new york my roof fit

in that porsche panarama s armor kit

they say yay is a dead man walking

so when i die put a half of pound in my coffin

i'm a top notch gangsta you know where to find me

deep in the streets yay know i'm out grinding

h boy shit drive by with a 100 clips

blast me a chest nothin left but a hollow tip

they say lifes a bitch

then you die

so that sour got me on another high

and i promise you huey p i'd revenge his death

squeeze the drum out the k till theses nothing left

i hit a nigga from a 100 yards you think he telling

i got his head on a scope like a watermelon

i wake up to big blunts and td jakes homies

and got them call of duty guns by the safe homie

money made me a target that's what happened

the hip hop police they own manhatten

they locked wayne up

they locked p up

and every other day man they tryna lock me up