[Intro: Jay Worthy]
Oh yeah
It's official though
You feel me?
Check it out

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy & Bun B]
Slide now, laugh later, what we kill for
To see a opp dead make me happy like I'm Gilmore
Sendin' hoes 'til I'm a senior, shout-outs to Philmore
I really got love in the Bay, knocked her in Lakeshore
She was just a fan of my rap, I really break whores
Never had a heart for a ho, I'd probably take yours
If she choosing like Susan, that was a great song
Hay strong when you really movin' 'cross the State Farm
Insurance from the homies, they gon' say I really put on
And I don't care much about nothin' unless it's P-Funk
I hate that it had to be Tiny, I'm yellin', "Live long"
Out here really trippin' on Phillies, they said my mind gone
Lost so many homies, I miss 'em, they like a missed call
Tryna call back but keep ringin', they never pick up
And I ain't ever front on my n***as, I ever switch up
If it's up with them n***as, they here, you know that shit stuck
Slouchin' in my old school, I hit a switch then I sit up
Four zips, big cups, yeah I'm really from the set, blood
And if you n***as saggin' it, go and throw your shit up
(Throw your shit up, n***a)
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Underground king, from the land of the trill
Where confrontations get settled by the hand or the steel
N***as'll run up in your kitchen if your cabinets is filled
And if you say the wrong words, get your calendar peeled
I be movin' through the city, gotta keep it on low-key
I don't know these new n***as, but these new n***as know me
The streets nowadays just ain't the same for a O.G.​
Been outside since '91, you was just born in '03
So just based on that alone, there's a disconnect
That could very easily lead to some disrespect
That's when the block gets spun and n***as hit the deck
The stick got a dick and a switch when it spit at your neck
N***a, you know the play, so don't you be surprised
When that throwaway leave you a hickey that won't go away
It's like you shakin' a Coke, lettin' the soda spray
'Cause it's gon' touch everything everywhere with no delay
I come from an era that came with a code
That made sure n***as stayed in they lane when they came on the road
Never had to claim me a gang, but I stayed in that mode
Then I throw P.A. in your face 'til my fingers explode, my n***a