up them thangs

that's hot

yeahh

gangsta! what the fuck nigga?

cadillac tah

uhh

e-dub - this fuckin beat is gangsta nigga

word

uhh

c'mon

uhh

whattup murray? welcome home nigga

yeah

let's lay it down nigga

gangsta style

yeah

uhh

c'mon

yeah

yo

aiyyo i be the bandit

make dough expand it

army bag full that blow mass transit

cats can't stand it

oh god damn it

invade earth like a ufo landed

rolex or standard

you got cheese grant-ed

you still can't hang with the green eyed bandit

your chains tampered

caught red-handed

they asked you to run ya jewels and you ran it

smile you on candid

fake thugs canned it

got shot and +scream+ed

like michael and janet

tape soundscanned it

b-boys slammed it

gots to play my tune cause radio demand it

this here's the real

hardcore steel

boogie down production

krs-one feel

that there's the deal

ron grab the steel

set b-boy stance and grab my deallz

yo yo watch 'em rings

or your cheese

your credit cards

yeah right now

your car keys

the accesories

cristal bottles

yeah right now

yeah

playboy we bang if that chain hang

with diamond clusters - pov city hustlers!

y'all niggaz is busters

mr. murder

a.k.a. cadillac and rat-a-tat blam!

niggaz be shot for blue rocks

you not

willin to die so up

dem

thangs

or the bullets'll fly touch

yo

frame

believe me it's nuttin mayn

spittin lead from heat dogg

this my bread and meat

picture me starvin

got a degree in robbin

kickin in doors and runnin

in stores boy i'm heartless give you the whole cartridge

you look like a smart dude

relentless

so resistance ain't a smart move

bluka bluka!

let 'em have it for the karats silly rabbit get nailed

when the hammer swingin

chop your hand off and sawed off your diamond ring

an' my nigga murray touch down on it

time to push it

oh y'all niggaz flashin dough?

oh y'all all got chains?

oh y'all got diamond rings?

yo y'all niggaz know my name

oh y'all niggaz got benji's

oh y'all niggaz playin games?

oh y'all think shit is sweet?

man we take it to the streets

listen young boy this here ain't no game

you comin around us you gon' up them thangs

rings chains and watch

and your ears give me the rocks

we stickin motherfuckers for they shoes and socks

you got benji's? up 'em - chains? tuck 'em

nah

i don't love 'em - get 'em

yeah fuck 'em

we supposed to be brothers - oh you tryin to kick some knowledge nigga?

save that garbage and come up out your pockets

before money wasn't a thang

it grew on trees

now my gat is in your mouth you yellin

no keith please!"