[Intro: RXK Nephew]
Yuh, aye
(I call this the crack house)
Yuh, aye
Aye (Who the hell is Carlo?)

[Verse: RXK Nephew & Rx Papi]
Bitch on my line and she keep talking that dumb shit
She don't want shit, they want my life on that Big Pun shit
Glock 9 hit a knee, he won't ever run again
So many bullets in the kit, look like a hundred of them
Glock dunk on a bitch, Juwanna Mann
When Papi in the kitchen, bitch, he whip a lot of grams
How the fuck is you a shooter if you never shot a man?
These is Cartier lenses, I don't wear no Ray Bans
I ain't never had a job, I can rerock yams
I put that pistol on you, call me Papi [?]
N***a, Papi in the trap with more dog than DMX
My young boy sliding, he catch licks on his BMX
If I get caught, I'll probably get more time than BMF
Dumb bitch on my line, she just wanna see me stress
Making love to the stove, call me Papi Keith Sweat
New Vette pass by, bitch thought it was a jet
Brick of dog hard, had to chop that bitch with a Gillette
And tell them crackers let my dog go, we waiting outside the vet
.556s out the Draco through your Mitchell & Ness
Who the fuck gon' clean when the drake make a mess?
I walk in that bitch and scream "Real Rx"
You see Papi with the glick, your best bet is hit the deck
All white lows on, you better watch where you step
Stall a n***a out, hand to God, hit him with the left
You a bitch, when you talk, you gon' mumble under your breath
You a man, speak the fuck up and say it with your chest
I bet your favorite rapper never cooked a key
I done ran off on a bunch of n***as, they call theyself looking for me
N***as know I sold more dope than Pusha T, Eazy-E
I don't believe none of these rappers, they make-believe and I don't believe
I walk in this bitch high on more drank than Bun B
I'm a boss, ain't no way in hell a n***a gon' son me
I run the gang, everywhere I go, I let my nuts hang
I drive this wide body Cat like it's a raggedy Mustang
I'm sanctioned everywhere I go, a n***a ain't gon' do a thing
I take my belt off and whoop a n***a ass like Pootie Tang