[Intro: Big Body Bes]
Uh, four in the morning family
Yes
Bigger risks, even bigger rewards
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Capo

[Verse: Jim Jones]
They keep saying what I can't do, let me show 'em what I can do (Show 'em that)
I'm ready to go to war, this fully loaded got my hand full (Definitely)
I used to duct tape the .38, I had the heat with the broken handle (Remember that)
My grandma used to pray for me 'cause she knew she had a handful (I miss you, mama)
The streets done got so spooky I started praying to the Santos (Pray for me)
Every time I came outside they had a big display of candles (Who got killed?)
That represents a loss of life or a loss of light
That's a dark situation when you finna face an awful night (Yeah)
I robbed a plug with a blower 'cause I was trying to make it off of white
One thing about the drip, you gotta make sure that the sauce is right
We buy them pretty whips, the big flying saucer types
So you might thought you saw UFO in New York at night
Smoking my last blunt on the hanger before I caught the flight
Let's not talk about the jewels, they know I rock all sorts of ice (Mozzy got me right)
My back against the wall, how I was taught to fight
In my hood, around sixteen we went from playing sports to, well (Uh-huh)
We went from playing sports to selling drugs so we can play in a Porsche (Facts)
Or get knocked by the cops, watch how they intercourse you (They gon' fucking get you)
How they interrogate you, you'd think that they into torture (Serious)
At this point, it depends on what your lawyer say it's gon' cost you (How much you say?)
But, I too was like you, I thought that the coppers couldn't pinch me (Fuck police)
I was too worried about the bitches, and the drip, and the copping Balenci'
I will draw on a n***a just like my Glock is da Vinci
Shit, Rolex president plus I got a Lewinsky
I make sure my whole team ball like Popovich (Facts)
I urinate Ace of Spade when I gotta piss
I'm feeling constipated in my whip, let me drop my shit
Any time I get locked, the first thing I do is lock my lips
My n***a got caught with a 30, they offered him thirty
Third time felon in court, he's not even going on thirty
I knew a bartender bitch that cried when selling that card
She said when they closed the strip club, times had fell on her hard
My n***a Raj had a nine to five, he's almost back to selling the hard
I promise these are true facts that I'm just telling to God
[Outro: Big Body Bes]
Yes, you was crying on the roof
Me, I was swimming in the staircase
My God, I'm drowning
Sacrifices in my shoe box
Blew the hinges off a few locks
God saved me
The Devil lied to me
I put it in the pot
Then I hit it with the yah-yah-you-you
Yes
Spin around, hop, skip, and jump on that triple beam
Ayy, yo, Capo