knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it? Nigga, let me the fuck in Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it? Knock,
it up All my niggaz on the south side, get it crunk and throw it up All my niggaz on the north side, get it poppin' throw it up All my niggaz on the
Slow the shit down now so I can catch it I'm gon' catch it, catch it, catch it Play it to the band 'cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone So I could fetch
it it's on nigga O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon
all kind of ways She said I was the best, couldn't settle for less Had my name "Short Dog" tattooed on her chest After three months I called it quits She tried to pop
me, believe me that's a privilege I won't be satisfied, till all my niggaz get it See you hit it then I hit it, we get it back to split it And Big be
bankroll, lets role Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it Waste it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it
aint looking for no footballers So if you wanna bring it to me Let?s take it back I will defeat you Bun your cheap talk (pop, pop) What do you think
on my shoulders I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter I
and King Kong all on the same song Heheh.. aye Jon, they ain't ready We taking it on back to the trap my nigga ! [Hook] I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on
It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed Forgetting bail, piss test failed Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep
y'all cats never been upstate So why ya getting mad and all bent out of shape Gangsta rap? come on y'all was on roller skates And now ya trying to blow up on
cigarettes Philosophers plot to maul nations out of shock and awe Generation of ideas, children who won't talk at all Profits fall Chalk on walls Years spent on
that I already got mine, the only difference I pop mine nigga Ruff Ryder nigga, carry the pound Get engaged with these bullets, then marry the ground Drag dash on
man Yeah bangin' come on yeah look Huh, stay in my lane like a hustla never hate a motherfucker Tolerate a motherfucker to a certain extent When it's on, it
fella with the double M, nine milla Reign, pop a top like champagne Stay claim, thirty thirty cop a kid, in Ro' Range It's all real, ain't nuthin sugar
Humphrey couldn't Bogart Syllable serum, suckers hear come a style to smack a man And it be sort of like a smack of Jackie Chan I pop the funky gun of
why I?m hot I don't gotta rap I can sell a mill Sayin' nothing on the track I represent New York I got it on my back And they can say that we lost it So I?mma bring it