Yo, Boo, Irv, Gotti, Black and B.J. on the way to fuck up here, man. Shit done hit the fan. Let's do this shit, man, for real. Let's do it. What the fuck? It ain't nothing else to be said, nigga. Yo, I got an empire with niggas with thug in they blood. I admire them niggas, my desires flickers. Rockland, bitch, why hide some killers? Gotti heat like hell, send fire to niggas. Pop off two clips, top off new six. Rock Frost, blue wrist, still cop two bricks. Cut crack in a pot, push packs on the block. Cock the Glock, pop up like Jack in the Box. Me crazy insane, mami say loco. Daily I push cane, but the blow is slow. And when the dope got low, I got the high four. Back in the same hood on the block for more. Durac, sackin' pants, I'm baggin' grams. Niggas smokin' and jokin' and laughin' and I'm like, what if I get the blaster, man? Aw, shit. Boo, watch out! Oh, shit. You got that nigga, yo. You think I just got nice? Well, I've been at niggas' throats and it even get worse when I got Hennessy and coke in my system. Hot chicks, I fuck em' and diss em'. I'm out to cop bricks, cut em' and spit em'. Put plenty in the bag, twenties on the jag. I'm a big-face getter, you get pennies and brag. 4'4", too heavy, so I'm bustin' a sack. Slow dope, that's petty, I ain't fuckin' with that. It's for real when I spit these bars. And cats like, damn, how this lil' nigga get new cars and stay high all day? Run around with thugs flippin' pies all day. Rockland, nigga, so you better make way, cause we comin' for niggas. Got guns, we ain't runnin' from niggas. I know you heard that. My real bitch is sometimes I'm less than a bitch, never trustin' a bitch. I'd rather get hit than be fuckin' a bitch. And it ain't nothin' different, that's the way we roll. It be them lame-ass niggas givin' dope to hoes. Before I pay for a brick, she taste the shit. Put her back on the bus with a tape to her hips. All my mommies ride Gucci. If we in the whip, put the dope in a coochie. All my chicks like Snoopy. I like dykes that like dykes, but I don't like groupies. I used to like 2D, and that's a fact for your life. I got chicks that smoke, some roll dice. Others like to fight, but they all love ice. Hip-hop niggas, they all thugs right now. Get dropped, nigga, better get plugged right. Boo Ain't Got It, True Pimps, Rockland for life. Get it right. Rockland for life, nigga. Boo Ain't Got It. Boo Ain't Got It, Boo Ain't Got It, Boo Ain't Got It.