[Intro]

Aight, check it out

Uh, gang, gang

Bunny Rabbit insane

Uh, Big Finball, yeah

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

It's here (Uh), yeah

(One, two) Yeah, yeah (Kane train, baby), uh

(Hold on, hold on) Yeah, yeah

(One, two, yo, yo, check it out) Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka

Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca

All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'

Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure

Sippin' tiki in Waikiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa

Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser

Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho off on Winnetka

Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

[Verse 1]

I didn't want to speak on this shit

But it really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah)

'Cause really I fuck with this rap

But my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (Huh, yeah)

Them crackers they got enough on us

To go start a motherfuckin' case now (Yeah)

A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O.

They comin', they snatchin' the gang now

Big sticks long than a bitch, golf ball holes in the shit

Big Finball in this bitch, cuz with Willy brother all in the six

Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper

When I hit him, left his draws full of shit (Brrt)

Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down

But I'll be so proud to put the dope down for the

[Chorus]

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka

Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca

All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'

Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka

Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca

All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'

Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

[Verse 2]

Gangland shit

Fuck around, get gangland hit

I'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin' with his clique

Nigga, where the whole gang at, bitch?

Where the watch and the chain at, bitch?

Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that bitch

I was fuckin' in the A for like four days straight

But a nigga never claim that bitch

I be talkin' that shit like I'm bulletproof

Fuck a DM, I'm sendin' them killers through

I be fuckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs

Man, this shit get political

Hit the jar and I'm whippin' a miracle

Get the spoon and I'm scrapin' the residue

Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos

Man, this shit get political

Rock it up then blade that shit

Dog food, nigga, slang that shit

Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip

Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit

A nigga might get gangland hit

That east side insane-ass shit

Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip

Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit, fuck nigga

[Chorus]

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka

Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca

All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'

Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka

Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca

All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'

Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

[Outro: Biz Markie]

Yo, yo, I'd just like to say, you know

My man Kane smoked him, you know?

But it's good to be original when you diss somebody

Don't use somebody else's shit

[Interlude: Gil Scott-Heron]

The thing that's going to change people

It's something that no one will be able to capture on film

It'll just be something that you see and all of a sudden you realize

"I'm on the wrong page"

Or, "I'm on the right page but I'm on the wrong note

And I've got to get in sync with everyone else to understand what's happening in this country"