4 Verse$

●𝖘 𝖄 𝕺● v1

On fo' seven, the helicopter lights nearly blind me

In the south east streets is were you might find me

True bandana, my scanner, and my pager

In the blue 1994 one blazer

And I'm the one all the ho's want to get wit

Jack Daniel punch and the indo spliff

You don't like the way I kick shit

You can get the dick six fo' three wheelin

Mobbin to the picnic

But somethin's missin, wake up and stop dreamin

Tyshe let's take a ride to the coast to get a demon

Bring it back to Gomper's Park before two

And everybody know what the fuck we gon' do

 

●𝖘 𝖄 𝕺● v2

my skull cap like a brick stack, the kid is back

I told y'all niggas ninety-eight lives that

Yo, ninety-nine I piss on rap

Two thousand where your pistols at?

Thunn, we be the men in black fatigue

Thirty-thousand dollar chains that swing

Yo catch me in the street, poppin' that bullshit

Catch a fat lift, holes all over your shit

Bust guns like, nuts all over your bitch

Yo you's a woman, tell me what the fuck you tryin' to do when

You're growlin' all over the tape, you get chewed when

I touch that shit, not only that on the concrete

We splash more niggas than the wavepool did

Check out my new shit, we blood spill, you still ice grill

Mad cause your clique's shit is homo, the Mobb stay real

You steady playin' the field

Nigga you sideline rhyme, customers complain they can't feel

 

●𝖘 𝖄 𝕺● v3

I was a terror since the public school era

Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses

Smoking blunts was a daily routine

Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene

I used to have the tre' duce

And the duce duce in my bubble-goose

Now I got the mack in my knapsack

Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts

And sidekicks with my sidekicks rocking fly kicks

Honeys want to chat

But all we want to know is "where the party at?"

And can I bring my gat?

If not, I hope I don't get shot

Betta throw my vest on my chest

Cause niggas is a mess

It don't take nothin' but frontin'

For me to start somethin'

Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin'

Dumbing out, just me and my crew

Cause all we want to do is

 

●𝖘 𝖄 𝕺● v4

We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love

 

Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug 

Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound 

And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now 

Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin shit 

Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited 

Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite 

Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it 

Either with me go against the grain you better hit me

 

Leggin me or robbin me niggaz better body me 

'Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches 

Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures 

'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin me 

All that bullshit, is just makin me 

More the better, then concentrate on gettin chedda 

If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you 

Shape and mold you, sun you, then I hold you

 

Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you 

It'll be I, like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal 

International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix 

Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff 

Probably thick, Son I solved em 

Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos 

Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop 

QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino 

And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace