[Intro: MO3]
(Hood with another one)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Wah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Wah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

[Chorus: MO3]
Tell on my brother, that's a no-no, you don't know me
Can't sell a thing around here, n***a, if you owe me
Got the block hot, get it on with us, we hot, oh, they can't hold us
The streets, they can't control us

[Verse 1: Numbaa 7]
Ain't no controllin' no n***a like me
When I jumped in the streets, I was steppin' for free
Got a Glock with a fifty, I'm waitin' for beef
'Fore I let 'em come take me, I put 'em to sleep
This the life that I chose when I dropped out of school
I was breaking the rules and I'm playing for keeps
If I can't buy it, I take it for free
And I dare one of these n***as comе take it from me
Therе go seven, B made eleven
N***as be jealous, n***as be tellin'
You got a weapon, ain't no tellin' (I don't know)
Bitch, it's a blessing when I'm in your presence
I got a fetish for gettin' this fetty
I got 'em ready, they like how I'm steppin'
Bitch, these Balencis, these ain't no Giuseppes
So watch where you steppin' (On gang)
[Chorus: MO3]
Tell on my brother, that's a no-no, you don't know me
Can't sell a thing around here, n***a, if you owe me
Got the block hot, get it on with us, we hot, oh, they can't hold us
The streets, they can't control us

[Post-Chorus: MO3]
They can't control us
They can't tame us or tame us
Even though we made it, bitch, they still blame us
Remain the same, that's on my gang, no, we won't change up
No, we won't change up, wah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

[Verse 2: MTM Don Don]
My glizzy a freak, like to fuck shit
When I squeeze it, the bitch better come quick
Give my hitter one call, then he'll come quick
And my young n***as be on that dumb shit
And I run his ass down with this drumstick
And I heard your bitch ass tryna run, bitch
My shooter gon' catch like a punt, bitch
MC Hammer, won't let a bitch touch this
I'm shootin' for me
I got them killers, they steppin' for me and they on the roof for me
They slide with that glizzy, they slide with the fifty, you know they gon' troop for me
You think that I'm lyin', everything I spit, you know is the truth for me
This ain't what it used to be, yeah, huh
Damn near be drippin' and dabbin'
Rockin' Givenchy my fashion
Giuseppe steppin' with a passion
Baby, I'm not with the cappin', ayy
That little n***a, he actin'
Baby girl, no, I'm not average
In love with the money, I'm married
I'm tryna toss a lil' salad
[Chorus: MO3]
Tell on my brother, that's a no-no, you don't know me
Can't sell a thing around here, n***a, if you owe me
Got the block hot, get it on with us, we hot, oh, they can't hold us
The streets, they can't control us

[Post-Chorus: MO3]
They can't control us
They can't tame us or tame us
Even though we made it, bitch, they still blame us
Remain the same, that's on my gang, no, we won't change up
No, we won't change up, wah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah