Intro

Young J, rock rock on, uh

John Regal, rock rock on, uh

My nigga P, rock rock on, uh

Tek, rock rock on, uh

Scrap Dirty, rock rock on, uh

Vice Verse, rock rock on, uh

This how we do it, rock rock on, uh

I go harder than sweet weeks in the fall season

Keep a broad fiendin' to suck on my lower region

3 Iller to be exact

Yup, I put my life in them porn movin'

Pictures, this is the soundtrack

Grew up in Coney Gardens where niggas, they stay sparrin'

Where you hear them sirens and totin' irons and cars flyin'

Past, increase them decimals, the math

I kept my mind on my music, I'm makin' no excuses

I shake a dame if she useless, I don't condone losers

I guess I dipped like Wade and 'Bron

I don't play fair so I don't care if I'm gettin' hated on

I keep my circle small, I keep my fam involved

I keep everybody close to me that I ever lost

I did some soul searchin', this is the rebirthin'

This the start of the show, here come the raised curtains

You know what time it is

Ayo, from the front to the back, niggas stand up

Don't talk to me nigga, put your grands up

It's all real from the Villa

T3, the motherfuckin' thriller

From the back, niggas stand up

Don't talk to me nigga, put your grands up

All ill from the Villa

It's T3, the motherfuckin' thriller