Shouts to the Mobb / Medusa

Ayo, Roc, the fuck is good, woe?

Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay, okay

Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay

Lord Mobb (Lord Mobb) remember the stutter step

Killed the lobster, ain't nothin' but lemon and butter left

Blue ribbon for the chef, couple thou' on my left

I'm callin' up TF if I'm out on the West

Ridin' out with Funk, it's some fire in the trunk

Dope just banged my line, he said he flyin' out at once

Back out on East, ask Jag how we feast

Eat those small, buddy, drag that black mag out the seat

Mephux and Trill turn the heat up, no chill

Ayo, Bangs let it hang like a D-cup for real

Gonna call Act, he my gunner on track

Shady took his bag and bought a hundred more gats

I come with all facts, got bums in all black

Once Frenchie clean the beat, we drummin' off that

Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay, okay

I said Frenchie clean the beat, we drummin' off that

Yo Vic Spence, what's good, woe?

(Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay) Scythe

Yeah, we in New Orleans too, ay!

It never occurred to me the beautiful words

Would be the way that I'd express myself

What I'm trying to say in such a fancy way

Is "Girl, can I help—?"

Okay, okay (boom-boom)

Let's go, woe (boom-boom)

Lord Lord!

About to set up a tour (about to set up a tour)

No more wettin up your door

Drum professionals and whores (drum professionals and whores)

All respectin' us for sure (yeah), connectin' us with raw (yeah)

Lord protection in the drawer, my whole section, we was poor

Got busy, then we went and opened up a store

Roll my choppers in the crib, but I blow 'em on my lawn

Sayin' prayers for my peers, Act holdin' his Quran

We all soldiers from beyond, controlling more than pawns

Flee, I walk through hell fire, time frozen on my arm

All my pockets full and demure, 'bout to pull

Checkin' raw, Gucci silk with Dior, got the wool

Got the money, stay clickin', eatin' honey-glazed chicken

Every gang got the music heard, we runnin' eight prisons

Sippin' white Henny with the red grenadine

We was grubbin like its nothing 'til the feds intervened

Rock like Medusa headed (rock like Medusa headed)

Block full of crucifixes (block full of crucifixes)

Image vivid, spooky with it (image vivid, spooky with it)

Stupid when the water hit it (stupid when the water hit it)

Bust a .40 'til it's empty, I'm on tour with the extendi

Bunch of foreign shit in my driveway, my shorty get the Bentley

I can't share my throne with these niggas no more, I'm just too stingy

I come in rockin' SBs that cost more than your Balencis

Look, the flow like raw cocaine snorted through a Benji

I jumped off the porch in elementary, man, all these niggas too iffy

Set it up to get more than me, you always was against me

Bet it hurt them niggas more to see me winning, look

Selling cracks before the deal, corner store, lil kids findin' 40 shells

Now look, I'm 'bout to close a deal for forty, chill

Niggas say they gettin' to a bag, well I can hardly tell

No lie, a label offered me five, I said "You short two mil'"

Time for a tortoise shell, big pointers on my wrist

My shit look like a water spill, bricks come in from Florida still

I only tell you half the story but it's more to tell

Machine, bitch, ah

Rock like Medusa headed (rock like Medusa headed)

Block full of crucifixes (block full of crucifixes)

Image vivid, spooky with it (image vivid, spooky with it)

Stupid when the water hit it (stupid when the water hit it)