[Verse: Ricky]
Rick Hil, get the Crown Vics jumping
And your best bitch getting into something
If I don't know shit all I know is one thing
Nostra, only models that we cum in
No bitch that you know get love from me
No bitch that I know get a hug from me
Alright hoe tell me what you want from me
This ain’t trick or treat you ain't getting no money
Fuck her face, leave her face looking funny
She sniffing base got the bass going dummy
Plus the people that you with they ain't on it
I fuck around go and put you on some
Mescaline, Morphine, in your bones bitch
Had you feeling like you’re better off alone bitch
Yeah, I'm from the north side of Glenville
Ask them hoes 'round the way they say I've been there

[Verse 2: Bonic]
Shit, what they god damn about
Walk up in this bitch hoes got they camera out
Chain on left pocket, blammer hanging out
My west coast crip blood shit banging out
My bitches say I talk funny when I slang it out
Well hear this, them over there wonder what they about
My fresh ain't meditated I don't lay it out
Pussy and some kush I don't go a day without
I'm riding ’round puffing listening to no way out
Hit the block where the freaks at I know that they be out
Roll up window drop aye we out
My paper come like this verse, that’s off top
The Glock come ready to pop its off lock
Them two hoes coming they drunk they off shots
They told me something they on the loud its [?]
Cool, I'm harder than your favorite gangster rapper
Look me up bitch [?] rapping
[Verse 3: Curt@ins]
Uh huh
Cashmere thoughts , I’m cut from a different cloth
N***as got songs but couldn't fuck with ours
Peace to the gods, slap a style bite and let 'em know he a fraud
N***as talk shit in the balls, but won't dare do it in the yard
Come 30 n***as strong let ’em know what we are
They call 'em [?] and nah I don't hustle blow (nah)
I'm on my Russel Crow [?] than his beautiful mind
Imagine what I do on them rhymes
Sick style [?] truly Devine
Shine bright like the moon in July
But you ain't hear me though
I keep a low black lamb skin like Mary though
Spit around like a merry-go
For them dust heads call them fairy's yo
They off the water like a ferry boat
Taha, see more dope shit
Somebody came and stole a show whos the culprit?
N***as screaming [?] that's hoe shit
I'm back on that Brooklyn bullshit, oh shit