4, 5, 6

The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Verse one: kool g rap

Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream?
With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam
Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty cali's
Rockin lizard bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos just me and my dino primo
Pushin beam-o's then parlay in reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the queens half
Three major players gettin papers by the layers
And those that portray us on the block get rocked like domateus
Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits
Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters
That'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than adidas
Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our giorgio armani's
You wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole army
The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
Slangin a coke without the cola
Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son

Chorus

Livin the fast life, in fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from out of queens with the american dream
So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream
(repeat 2x)

Verse two: nas escobar

Yo i got, guns from italy, smoke trees, considerably
Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be
The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores
A perpendicular, angle of the clout war
Police searchin up my lex over who's petrol
My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though
But dough don't respect me, it got me handcuffed
The rough life, i just be up nights, breathin with scuffed nike's
Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs
These years i got they names in my swears
Poppin cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style
Rockin steele sweaters, wallaby down
Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs
The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic
Elegant performance, bubble lex full insurance
Guzzlin guinness shootin catchin cases concurrent
It's nas, seven hundred wives, king solomon size
We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys
The luciano frankie aiel, bugsy seagal
Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

*singer* brother you've got to make it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money, yeahhh
Brother you've got to make it happen
When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah

Verse three: g rap, nas

[rap] aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo like a blizzard
[nas] it's choir attire standin on ground with one pivot
[rap] two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
[nas] lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships
[rap] bodies on ice
[nas] livin trife, rollin fixed up dice
[rap] gamblin grants
[nas] handlin stamps
[duo] moves are sheist
[nas] my bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes
[rap] tryin to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game goes
[nas] true
[rap] right out the slammer with the fame and glamour
Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama
[nas] rub out faces and leave no traces
My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races
Servin us dom p my cliquo
Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut inside ?perico?
Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes
In carribean suites, deep, rippin beats with flows
[rap] aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks
Sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with glocks
And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills
Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield
[nas] yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things
Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

Chorus

*singer does same part again with variations to fade, mostly "i" for "you*

Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid i started out with nothin
Wasn't livin like thanksgiving, i was turkey without the stuffin
Sometimes i sweared to god that i was headed for the poorhouse
Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin to feed 4 mouths
Wasn't rockin girbauds, i barely had clothes, and when it snowed
And temperatures droppin below zero, you know i froze
No cd's, a black and white tv, a seat is a rubber tire
With a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers
Had nothin in my cabinet, but cans of raid
I'm knockin on my neighbor's door
To borrow a cup of sugar for my kool-aid
I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, i'm trippin
Cause my winter coat got lost buttons
And zippers that wouldn't stay zipped
I never remembered ?, the brother was straight fat cat
Not even a big mac black, i had kid castle topped with crackerjacks
Walkin the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet
And the freaks wouldn't speak, i never had lipstick on my cheek
So much for gettin humped from the stunts, i always struck out
The one y'all likes is takin hikes if you can't pull a buck out
So now i gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls
Straight up baby, i'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world
Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
I'm blowin up the world, i gotta get mines, i gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, youknowhati'msayin? i'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world
Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
I'm blowin up the world, i gotta get mines, i gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, yeah...

It seems like only yesterday, my moms was on my back
"get your butt up out the sack and find a job or hit the road jack"
Black, i don't disown her, i'm just a kid from corona
With a g.e.d. diploma, with more ribs showin than tony rhoma's
In order to get straight, i gotsta to make a muscle
Learned to hustle and bustle and i gave the streets a tussle
Standin down on the corner slangin fat rocks to bottles
With the black tops, for cops got my shorty watchin my back hobbes
Makin mad lucci, bought up louis vuitton gucci
Hoochies callin me boochi, while they smooch me, givin up the coochie
Now i'm a felon, started sellin and splittin melons
I started gellin, to tellin police just cause i was swellin
Hangin out on the corner playin cee-lo, rollin for half a kilo
Yo you'll never see g-low a-goin below
Yeah, straight gettin fortunate, as long as fees was torchin it
It started gettin hot around the block, the cops was scorchin it
But luckily i made out before the coppers could frisk me and diss me
Cause business is drugs is gettin too risky
So now i just lamp, collect stamps, snatch up tramps diamonds and pearls
Straight up baby, i'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world
Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
I'm blowin up the world, i gotta get mines, i gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, youknowhati'msayin? i'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world
Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
I'm blowin up the world, i gotta get mines, i gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, yeah...

I got put on by dj polo, cut the record, "it's a demo"
And started chillin in limos with champagne and tinted windows
Hoppin, no time for pages, sportin gold chains and rings
Clockin money and fame, nothin changed, i'm still the same
Just spendin 20's and 10's at women pullin on my linen
And grinnin cause i was winnin in this game from the beginning
The lyrical skills was kinda ill, gave you a slight chill
So i just let the hype build, known for rappers run and go write wills
I turned from a hobo to a solo bozin for dolos
Stole my dough, you still below, now i perfer cigars and blow mo'
So catch a flashback, of a g. rap track, attacked, like a headcrack
That's smack, through your cap, with the lead black
And here's a new cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin from off my
Two nuts like they was put there by members of the ku klux
So peep kool g. rap, don't sleep, money unless it's witcha girl
Straight up kid, i'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world
Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
I'm blowin up the world, i gotta get mines, i gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, youknowhati'msayin? i'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world
Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
I'm blowin up the world, i gotta get mines, i gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, yeah...

Chorus: [all together]

Shit ain't never gonna change.. fukkit!
Time to load the clips - then we take em to war
Niggaz wanna flip - then we take em to war
Break a nigga proper - then we break him some more

[grimm]
I represent the murderers and felony offenders
Who either bought time out, to get these legal tenders
(surrender!) nah, i'm goin out with a bang nigga
Fuck pataki, i gotta do my thang nigga
Forty-four mag, bustin into action
Brains left in particles, fragments and fractions
Grimm, the money stacker, heat packer
I'm lurkin, i'm waitin, attackin like a linebacker
Fuck what you heard, crime pays
And always, unorthodox, i hold my pistol sideways
We kill crews, hearts go numb
And if retaliation comes then yo fuck it, it just comes
(yo who you?) i'm dr. death motherfucker ever heard of me?
Close your eyes, cross your fingers, time for surgery
I'm already dead, so nah, you can't murder me
Cause quantities of entities enter me evilly

Chorus: repeat 2x

[b1]
Since i murder for hire, rapid fire's what i require
Makin niggaz perspire, so send a message through the wire
Cause violence is contagious, it got me bustin gauges
The '95 larry davis and i'm wettin niggaz for wages
Queens is the home of 1, the known felon
And ain't no tellin, when i'ma crack your fuckin melon
For the right amount of chips, i spit clips and hit whips
Leavin niggaz bloody, the leather seats is where the shit drips
With the pound-seven, i be creepin, rockin niggaz while they sleepin
Shots repeatin, leavin faggot niggaz leakin
When i cock back the iron, niggaz is dyin, marchin to zion
Cause the pound-cake, roars like a lion
Word son, niggaz be collapsin, cause my weapons is
Ready for action, makin your heart catch contractions
In the underworld, shootin gallery niggaz lose calories
Cause my salary's based on fatalities

Chorus: repeat 2x

[kool g. rap]
Here i come to get some motherfuckin wreck but first i gotta
Umm vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, i'm set
So let a motherfucker move a muscle
When i tussle they'll be piecin niggaz back like fuckin puzzles
Cause kool g. rap is known for bringin mad noise, a bad boy
When i was younger always carried guns, i never had toys
Grimm, gimme the infrared they see me and i'm puttin red dots
On niggaz foreheads to makin motherfuckers indian
You got beef? go get yourself a wreath, because it's murder
Cause i put holes in my beef like fuckin white castle burgers
So now i gots to run up on a clown with the fo'-pound
Cock back, rock black, gun a nigga down
I see em, he's comin out the fuckin coliseum
And hopped into a bm, shit!
Put in my clip and then i dipped into the ride that my man had
Parked on the sidewalk, then we start to glide
I'm rainin on him (faster nigga) oh yeah we're gainin on him
(oh shit he's with somebody else) fukkit, put his brain on him
Boom boom, no survivors, lifted the nigga out his seat
When they find him, he'll be a backseat driver
But i ain't finished with the trigger yet, i'm lightin up a cigarette
Bang bang, i left the other nigga wet
It's g. rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt this
I split your fuckin top and leave a fingerprint on purpose!

Chorus: repeat 2x

Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go
(g: and aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows)

[kool g. rap]
New york, new york, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks
And holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props
You gotta split a top, on the regular
Or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor
Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder
Another brother six feet under
You know it ain't no jokin when the streetlights are broken
So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin 'loc
Step out of line, i hope you got your nine gun son
The smith and wess', you better press 9-1-1 (word up)
Or make a run for it there's too many to tackle
The big apple'll put your ass on ice like a snapple
So even though i rap i gots to stay strapped
Niggaz act up i back up (pi-yah)
I bust a cap inside your fuckin hat
Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose
Just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows
And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops
(boom) now just sit back and watch the bodies drop
The younger gunmen got the bigger niggaz runnin
The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin
To push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back
The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it's like that

Chorus

[kool g. rap]
Today's headlines, another nigga dead
Six to the body and fo' to the head
Followed the red bitch in the bed full of lead
A drug-related case and now the place is filled with feds
Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of dope
Two ounces of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat
So, another brother caught the ultimate surprise
With blown out brains, to drop stains on his eyes
Dazed as i sit back and watch the channel two news
Watchin his family goin through all the boo-hoos
You lose, like an ill street, the blues are gettin deeper
Nothin left in the room except for him, the grim reaper
Police are takin ? snapshots, scoop up some blooddrops
Pull out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots
The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the street
So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat
Seal off the area with yellow tape, draw the white
Chalk around the body now the party has to motivate
One more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the green
Died at the age of seventeen

Chorus

[kool g. rap]
Strollin the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets
I seen niggaz pull up, peepin me out the side a black jeep
Six feet deep, that's where i'm goin if i'm slippin
Steady cockin my shit cause i already got the clip in
Now who's the first nigga to run up, here they come up
The block hardrocks with glocks rollin holdin they guns up
I buck, i buck, and then i struck one in the chest
Nigga shoulda wore a vest but now his ass is put to rest
But now i got three mo' niggaz, pullin triggers
Strays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga zigga
But who got the biggest strap? who's bustin bigger caps?
My boom boom booms against they pap pap paps
No haps, g. rap ain't goin out like a sucker
I reloaded the shot and dropped another motherfucker
Quick, i duck and shit to dodge the bullets comin at me
Cause i won't be too happy with a slug inside my nappy
Two more niggaz left, they scared to death, but i'm leary
Shit gets kinda scary when i got bulletholes near me
I went between two cars, lettin off the quarter pound
I see another body fallin down to the ground
Quick i run up on him cause i don't think that he's dead
Standin over his ass i put two more inside his head
That's three niggaz down, only got one nigga to go
I gots to send his ass to the gravedigger so
I lay low in the cut and wait for moneygrip to slip up
Nearly shot my whole clip up, i got one more slug to rip up
Look over by the gs, see his ass stickin his head out
Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain dead out
The back of his head, now he's dead, because he fell face down
Right on the motherfuckin streets that he dwelled

Chorus 2.5x

Ninety-five, keep it live
Yeah to make papers, knahmsayin?
Motherfuckin kool g. rap and b1
And my motherfuckin man grimm
Just comin with somethin to keep the brainstem

..

[b1]
It's big 1 son, jamaica queens is the turf
And i'ma exploit, heaven and earth, for what it's worth
It's the mc extrordinaire, the jewels glare
The god is rare, i'm takin bitches back to my lair
I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they drawers
No probable cause, with the chrome double 4's
It's the queens new yorker with a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was calvins and british walkers
Now i'm sippin harvey's bristal cream with the glock 17
As the sirens race to the scene
Tryin to get dough, like pablo, today, fuck tomorrow
Seats for carro, as i recline in monte carlo
I got the game down to a science, it's the clients
That turn small time hustlers into giants
Three course meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin like a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin beer with two
Handlin business properly, form a monopoly
Storefront property, if not, another robbery
I'm puttin forth the effort, murder's the method
The steak is peppered
Son when i let off you meet your lord and shepherd
Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic

Chorus: grimm, b1

I gotta flip these bricks
Cause bein broke drive me insane
Money's on my motherfuckin brain
From o-z's to ki's
The triple beam brings fame to my name
Money's on my motherfuckin brain
Niggaz be scheamin and teamin
But still i maintain
Money's on my motherfuckin brain
Cause money and murder go hand in hand
It ain't nothin but a game
Money's on my motherfuckin brain son

[grimm]
Cryin hopin god forgive me for the ones i killed
But until still, i dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills
Like mcdonald's, makin mills servin
Fuck a landcruiser now, pulls a ? to suburban
Stressed out, sittin thinkin past bed time
Scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed time
Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all that
Fat shit i'm talkin code cause my phone's tapped
Crackheads worship me like i'm jesus
Uncle sam can't stand me cause i'm fuckin all his nieces
Cuties every colour, who i wanna fuck next?
Buy a new car, maybe lamborghini trunk next
Look at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks
Bulletproof glass just in case they wanna buck tecs
A large ratio in this game dies
But i'm flippin pies, til the senate legalize

Chorus: grimm, g. rap (same lines)

[kool g. rap]
I'm sportin flavors and timbs, a ninety-five bezn with the chrome rims
Presedential rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems
Pockets filled with lucci leather wallets designed by gucci
Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and sushi
Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside cuban links
Lookin ?, brothers stink, got loot like i'm doin banks
Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, condos in miami
Front row seats up at the grammy's, the broke niggaz can't stand me
Hold the flame low, hotel suites inside the flamingo
Just home by the dingos, i step up in em rockin kangols
Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, show that i'm on the right track, like amtrak
So stand back, cause i'ma make whatever it takes
To shake jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than drake's
Cut up your grill like i'm the barber of seville
Still like gotti bodies are found inside the harbor cause i'm ill
It's war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact
Ain't with the shit black, i was young when i did that
There's dope in the copa cabanas, cock back the hammers
So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs split like bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin bodies
Neighborhood john gotti with more notes than pavarotti
Yeah, paid as a motherfuckin bank teller
The goodfella, i stay a motherfuckin drug seller

Chorus: grimm, g. rap, b1 (g and b alternate)

[ad-lib to outro]