| I’m right back, like a left somethin' | 
| Y’all know what it is | 
| Big Chuck, holla at ya boy! | 
| G4 Status | 
| We got them thangs when we land, nigga | 
| Early! | 
| Jeah, uh | 
| Real niggas stand up, uh | 
| Whoo! | 
| Jeah, uh, uh, yo | 
| From Cali to Philly, Philly to Cali | 
| I deliver the order, haulin' a milli | 
| Y’all niggas silly, I really don’t want no problems | 
| It’s North Philly hot, really hot | 
| Duck cops, send shots at idiots, really I | 
| Got the mack milli I wet your squadron up | 
| Oh! | 
| He don’t feel me y’all | 
| Nate go get the gats, we shootin' up they videos | 
| Really y’all, ain’t makin' a dollar | 
| When my shit drop, it’s the Roc, holler | 
| Shoot you from toe to collar, watch you holler, pop my collar | 
| Holler! | 
| Bink controllin' the track | 
| Free and Nate controllin' the flow, y’all cats need to fall back | 
| Holler! | 
| at your boy if you wanna get rich | 
| I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds | 
| Well they one of the Knicks, cross Free better be strapped | 
| The rest of your life | 
| All my life I’m | 
| I’m gonna be | 
| Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes | 
| Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah | 
| All my days I’m | 
| I’m gonna be | 
| Ridin' strapped, back and forth | 
| East to west, watch your back | 
| And I’m going going back back | 
| To Cali Cali, is we strapped? | 
| Yes! | 
| Private jet, gat in the vest, Heckler and Koch | 
| Hit Nate soon as I land, hop in the van | 
| Everything calm and cool, gat by the croch | 
| Travel with the tool, it’s just a part the plans | 
| And I’m from the Eastside, that’s how we ride | 
| I let Mister Sig Sauer sing a song to your man | 
| Yeaaah, it’s the worlds most dangerous | 
| Clique, the Roc, we get neck in Los Angeles | 
| Chicks scandalous, it’s just a part of the plans | 
| I smash, photograph it, send 'em home to they man | 
| At last, I’m more than a rap star, she bit off | 
| More than she can chew, she’s one of the fans | 
| She said she know how we do, I swallow your crew | 
| Break a playa off then give the drawls to his man, yeaaah | 
| All my life I’m | 
| I’m gonna be | 
| Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes | 
| Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah | 
| All my days I’m | 
| I’m gonna be | 
| Ridin' strapped, back and forth | 
| East to west, watch your back | 
| Tell Philly Phil Free comin' to town | 
| And we can blaze thirty L’s once I get off the plane | 
| And go shoot past Roscoe’s for chicken and waffles | 
| You act tough, hollows will stop at your mainframe | 
| Hit up your main man, stick to the game plan | 
| Your main man chick wanna come home with me like Cam | 
| Get done with her, pass her to Cam | 
| If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger | 
| Spit murder, cross the clique, get murdered | 
| Out in Cali wearin' any color, State Prop, stick to my brand | 
| It ain’t nothin' but crooks in here | 
| (Whoop! Whoop!) Freewizzle, big Nate Dizzle | 
| (Whoop! Whoop!) Get took straight from the club to the spittle | 
| For shizzle, y’all gon' have to call the cops in here | 
| And Nate from the westside, that’s how they ride | 
| Shots in your backside, never bust in the air, yeaaah | 
| All my life I’m | 
| I’m gonna be | 
| Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes | 
| Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah | 
| All my days I’m | 
| I’m gonna be | 
| Ridin' strapped, back and forth | 
| East to west, watch your back | 
| Whoo! | 
| Uh, holla! | 
| State Prop Chain Gang! | 
| Y’all niggas know what it is | 
| Whoo! | 
| Back and forth, east to west | 
| Whoo! | 
| Freeway is in the house, is in the house, uh! | 
| Young Gunnas in the building! | 
| Holla! | 
| Y’all bitch ass niggas | 
| Put your mouth on a pistol | 
| Put your mouth on a motherfuckin' pistol! | 
| Holla! | 
| Matter of fact, spray nigga | 
| Jeah! | 
| Jeah, it’s the Roc! | 
| Uh! |