[Intro: Boldy James]
What the fuck is up? In the place to be
N***as better know we from the motherfuckin' D
Louie on the track, Boldy on the cut
[?] close while we rip shit up

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Well, I'm a DT [?] n***a for sure
When I step in the spot, it's Blocks plus [?]
With my shooters and my troops jumping out the Coupe
BB King Concreatures, Bold Block's living proof
Of a Ziploc smuggler, you, you just a buster
If you heard [?] you'd think I was a drug lord
Whipping deuces with [?] on the mob
And every [?] I give him a vibe

[Verse 2: Boldy James]
I'm still eight-ball flippin', the zippers unzippin'
If n***as get to trippin', I'm slappin' my clip in
In the trap spot I be running through slabs
Weigh it up on the scale and put the money in bags
On [?] was getting [?] twenty a week
Mr. Boldface James, I'm supplying the streets
I'm [?] with them crates and [?]
It's Concreature, Boldy James on the drug zone
[Verse 3: Louie P. Newton]
Rolling through the hood, [?] tearing shit up
Don't think to lock the window just to say "What's up?"
To my n***as on the corner caught serving them rocks
That [?] 'cause there ain't shit else to do on the block
N***as start shooting dice, I'm like "What the fuck?"
I'm feeling like [?], I'ma try my luck
You know these hoes on my jock, that's 24/7
[?] these n***as, selling dimes [?]

[Verse 4: Louie P. Newton]
Still a [?] point, even ten to four
Started stuntin' in my raps as I'm taking n***as [?]
'Til one wack n***a go and start hating
He was mad that I smashed the lil chick he was raising
Pulled out his strap, all I saw was a flask
I felt like Neo when I spazzed on his ass
He shot, I shot
As you could see I cold smoked his ass

[Outro]