(Pre-intro)
Yeah man, shout out to all my n***as who locked up. na mean?
My n***a white cam, freeky zeeky, cash, young black
On his way home, doe(?)stacks just went in, it's nothin
Ziggy(?) be home real real real real soon, soon as he touch down
He jump in the sun ahead of his time, na how we do, Dipset, man
Clothes(ho's) in the streets wanna know, catch me
On Hell's Kitchen, man. That n***a's gon' see what I'm cookin' up
BLAT

(Intro)
(ay, ay, ay,)
Uh, ch-yeah, Dipset. Dip-dip-dipset. uh-huh, come on
Give em' Hell(our?) Records, man
(chyeah, yeah) Hell Rell. Streets is mine, man. (fuck with me)
Fuck with us. JR Writer. Come on. (can do that shit all day)

(chorus)
Now I've been drinking dat sizzurp
And I'm drunk as fuck.. And I'm Ready To Fiight!
N***as lookin at me like; I don't get It poppin?
Imma kill somebody toniiiight... (uh-huh)

And I don't ever, ever get in a beef without
Squeezing off my niiine (les' go)
And all ma n***as and ma bitches; (what'd you say?)
If you fuck wit-da-Dips Get ready to Riiide
Now, all ma G's In N.Y. carry Big .45s, (uh huh, let's go, yeah)
Chicago, L.A.; Prefer dem AKs
And all Philly n***as: is Mac Milly n***as
Every thug In St. Louie bought a Uzi!

(Verse)
Come on now, when Rell says DUMP (Dump)
You get up and dump! Let off da pump
And let them lil pellets eat a full lunch (sh-pow!)
I got everybody watchin me: I'm fillin' the studio(?) (look out!)
And Imma 'bout to show these n***as why
Killa recruited me!

I'm young, I'm hungry I'm fresh outta clink(Clinton?)
And got bitches bringin' me money, yes; I'm still pimpin
From dat last lil' shootout: you still limpin'
Imma finish you off tonight! Hustle get off da white!

It won't stop till da hands on da rolly spin
And my mink is made outta coyote skin!
The way I'm stuntin' so hard: Should be a holy sin!
And every time a n***a cop 5 Coppi throw me a 10(?)

My little n***as would kill you just to floss...
Look at these diamonds: They real blue in the cross
What's poppin' in tha hood? Wheel thru in da Porsche
N***a, you's a worker. I'm real cool with cha Boss
I'll get you fired, Re-hired for a lesser salary
I'm on tha move these cops they forever After me. (uh-huh)
You've never taste bomb reefer, look at ya boy!
I'm in the James Bond beamer with A St. Tom's Diva(?)

(chorus 2)
Now I've been drinking dat sizzurp
And I'm drunk as fuck.. And I'm Ready To Fiight!
N***as lookin at me like; I don't get It poppin?
Imma kill somebody toniiiight... (uh-huh)

And I don't ever, ever get in a beef without
Squeezing off my niiine (les' go)
And all ma n***as and ma bitches; (what'd you say?)
If you fuck wit-da-Dips Get ready to Riiide

(Verse 2)

Ok, get ready! (It's da Invasion!)
I've Been a sin: Ben is sick.(?)

Movin' Like Emmit Smith
And ma fifth and da bitch, that'll be the end of it
Ends I get: Enderless. 10 Is kips(?), Plenty chips
Uzi keep movin', that's what I call extended clips
(chorus 3)
Now I've been drinking dat sizzurp
And I'm drunk as fuck.. And I'm Ready To Fiight!
N***as lookin at me like; I don't get It poppin?
Imma kill somebody toniiiight... (uh-huh)

And I don't ever, ever get in a beef without
Squeezing off my niiine (les' go)
And all ma n***as and ma bitches; (what'd you say?)
If you fuck wit-da-Dips Get ready to Riiide