(hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play! Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way! Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way! oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low me never ever ask to become so lord na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold me so fall (me come and say) x2 fat joe: (cocka Bitch) here is something you can't understand how i could just killah man seen what the mack can do can't speak faster i make a ass of you same as the hat tricks what's like a quarter mill? chain like double dat i ain't gotta talk about what off up in the duffle bag stunna my brother, weezy we the syndicate hunned phantoms hunned maybachs i guess we nigga rich how yellow battle you facin ... trust me look at all the shit i be talkin and no one touch me pray and pray for my downfall big said it, so i made it rain till it poor speak from the heart, this emotion the rap catch feelings when you hear me, im supposed to do that (crack) a G what the streets done made me and the only language i speak is f**k you pay me. (i went to come and say) hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play! Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way! Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way! oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low me never ever ask to become so lord na me head so hot, and mi dread so cold me so fall weezy (jamaican flow): Batup, bad man no take batup peer gunshot army done make backup a man no fear no man, man no fear no one man a real hussla, man i got job done a mean no hear dom talk eat in a car he spent as soldier he mean the middle of war he my babalon gangsta, hollygrove monsto u dunn look familia, ruffus come n killia crusher shall we come an open two bucks and trill ya jump up badi and let da mill man mill ya hit it up goni da almighty wanto hill ya he mibe on da jungla where dem lion and da miela (hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play! Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way! Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way! oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low me never ever ask to become so lord na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold me so fall Baby: gangsta gangsta, thass what we yellin shoot up in his head, let his bitch go and tell'em we in the hood gettin money, we swellin bigger than life, u know it's the cheaper price bigger than strife, u know what we doin it tonight we gettin it right, we plan to hit and flight we know the rules,nigga live by nun get it by nun, bitch i kill for my son Weezy: gangstas don't live that long that's why we gotta party everyday like frank came home and it's hard for me to say it that my heart aint yearnin to walk up in the church and believe the sermon but it's dead i spark up and we leave it burnin hopin daddy understand my reasons for it no.. i ain't evil, i'm equal but nigga i aint sweet mo'f**ka i'm diesal (i went to come and say) hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play! Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way! Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way! oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low me never ever ask to become so lord na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold me so fall