[Intro: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Walt]
“Where Brooklyn at?”
“How many people ready to rock the house?”
“Where Brooklyn at?”
“Rock the house”
“Where Brooklyn at?”

[Interlude 1: Tek]
One, two, one, two. N***as coughing like, “Well, that’s that killer dealer shit”

[Verse 1: Tek and Steele]
You’re too light to fight, plus you’re too thin to win
And who you gonna call when I break your glass chin?
Mista Rippa slicker than your sister
Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta
Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won’t get split
Better have your joint cocked, my hand’s coming off my hip
This little n***a pumped the lead, that ass fled
Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead
Time to hop the iron hilly, get back to my
Spilly, flatfoot coming deep like hillbillies
Can’t hear the sirens, gotta block ‘em out my mind
I gotta get away so I can do more crime
See my brethren down the block, rising up out their spot
Puffing meth in the hood where the spot is hot
My Timbs ease tension by stomping necks when I’m vexed
Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it’s time to flex

[Hook: Steele and Tek] x4
I am what I am, and I do what I do
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew

[Verse 2: Steele and Tek]
Sent to represent the real heads, the dreads on
The scene. Now all the bumbaclot talk must dead
I walk the fence of stress and tension
Hit the Benz, then hit the spliff with my friends and
Catch mad wreck with my man Tek. I am what
I am—that’s why my fans show respect when I slam sets
I don’t front for you, your crew, even a stunt
Roll up the blunts ‘cause real n***as do what they want
Big up to all original criminals
The ill political, and all Boot Camp Generals
I be getting charged with my squad on the
Project step, and you’ll regret when my mob flex
Glam to the man that sham when
I hit ‘em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I’m gambling
Collect your trap, then add it to my fat stack
Chill, I’ll be back. Right now, I’m out to smoke the next sack

[Hook: Tek and Steele]
Well, I puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
I am what I am, and I do what I do
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
We puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
I am what I am, and I do what I do

[Verse 3: Tek, Steele, and Smif-N-Wessun]
It’s going down
The deal has been set and it’s ready
Strap up the arms ‘cause it’s time to be jetty
Y’all n***as violated when y’all crossed that thin line
Trespassed in Bucktown, and now you’re all mine
Hey, batty boy, one move and you’re dead. I
Got my Glocks cocked, and they’re pointed at your head
Your operation’s dead and stinking, tied down
With bricks, in the East River, sinking. Got my hoodie on
And my Timb boots, troop, kick your whole
Bottom row of fronts out, duke. You best protect your frame
‘Fore you’re tore out it, G. I’m halfway sane
That’s what the Lord tells me, but I chose
To disregard fuzz, smoke buds, and lamp in
The Camp with the rest of the thugs ‘cause

[Hook: Steele and Tek]
I am what I am, and I do what I do
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
I am what I am, and I do what I do
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
I am what I am, and I do what I do
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
I am what I am, and I do what I do
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
I am what I am, and I do what I do
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
I am what I am, and I do what I do
Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew

[Interlude 2: Steele and Tek]
Steele: Smif-N-Wessun, and we out like that. One time, one time for your head, two times, and we out, yeah. Boot Camp Clik roll thick
Tek: This that killer dealer, kid

[Outro: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Walt]
“Aw yes!” (x7)
“OK, we ready to rock”