[Intro; Tony Yayo]
Yeah n***a Tony Yayo, second quarter, you know what it is n***a
I'm comin’, man
I'm takin' over this rap shit, man, it’s my time to shine
(Here we go!)

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
You want war? My gang like Saddamm and Bush
My money long with acres and gourmet cooks (What else?)
I got grams in my hands and coke in my nails
Cause my ten fingers stay on them digital scales (Come on!)
Homie real recognize real, fake is fake
But one hand wash another so my team is great
Now I'm headed outta state, competition is glad
I'm OT sellin' Ds twenty five (Break it down now!) a bag
You want me locked up
50 shot up
Banks and Buck broke so you could gossip
I'm on a block with more pieces than a family size bucket
Been to jail before ain't (In D.C.!) learned shit from it
Chinchilla furs, my n***as toast in minks
And my lawyers get cheese to approach the bench
I'm in big boy jail now with Peter Gotti
And them world trade n***as that blew the lobby
Toast to beef
I'll have your brains all in the streets
Coke, alize
My game have you high for weeks, you stuck in the hood
For n***as that stuck in the hood
Since my name hold weight I get you touched in the hood, yeah!