| Yo East New York in this motherfucker, Blahzay Blah in this motherfucker | 
| Brooklyn in this motherfucker, Dirt Dog in this motherfucker, it’s on point | 
| Come on baby let me you jump, let me see you body rhythm pump | 
| Come on baby let me see you go, let me see you, like go, go, go | 
| Aiyo, my timin' is so precise, gangsta all my life | 
| I don’t get robbed, I control the heist | 
| Cold as ice, still nothing, this whole device | 
| Life’s a gamble, so I roll the dice | 
| I camed up, still I’m up and coming | 
| Auto start, put on my sneaks, truck is running | 
| Bad broads, that’s beyond Beyonce | 
| Eatin' on my body like a dinner entree | 
| What ya’ll critics gonna say, don’t even risk it | 
| Forget Pillsbury, eat this Blah Blah biscuit | 
| Ya’ll watered down the game, man, like bar liquor | 
| It’s nothin' for me, I just buy the bar quicker | 
| Oh my God, nigga, I’m in the house, and I’m rowdy | 
| He been doin' this since five thousand on an Audi | 
| Remember «Danger!» | 
| Yo, ya’ll know Blah | 
| This is grown under water, ya’ll ain’t even in my sonar | 
| The east is in the house like (danger) | 
| About to, turn it out like «Oh My God» (danger) | 
| Put the barrel in your mouth like (danger) | 
| I see the dipper through a blouse, it’s «Oh My God» (danger) | 
| Me and Dirty on the floor like (danger) | 
| Me and Dirty pimpin' ho’s like «Oh My God» | 
| So then you act like you love my little baby | 
| And you know that I act a little crazy | 
| I’m on the streets lingo, spendin' the spingo | 
| Eazy-E lingo, doin' the dango, the vet' don’t wear Kangol | 
| I dare pump my shit, at the club, actin' strange, yo | 
| Smack ya’ll niggas in the face, yo | 
| Got wiggas in the place, yo, block party in this motherfucker | 
| I’m the only round actin' like sucka, sucka bitch ass pucker | 
| So don’t play this motherfucker, or watch you bird clucker | 
| So don’t let yourself break yourself | 
| With the sip and tumble, that will take yourself | 
| I move with that heat that smoke you in your head, man | 
| The shit war, time to take, man, take man | 
| East/West beef is over, gettin' money all over | 
| Set up shop in Cali, then one in deli Dover | 
| Music, or sellin' crack by the Grove | 
| I ain’t talkin' about dick, but I’mma stock it to hoes | 
| I’m not gonna grow, I’m the type to explode | 
| Hit this song to walk back in it, then it’s gon' be white gold | 
| Eatin' wild timing, ya’ll know it’s my title | 
| I burn more bushes than Moses in the Bible | 
| But hates gon' Holly, pimpin’s gon' Broadway | 
| So many pimps, broads don’t know who to pay | 
| But ya’ll better have my dough | 
| Come on baby, just go go go | 
| Yo, I once was lost, but now I flaunt | 
| 2004 Porsche, all you haters get off | 
| I will board-to-the-board, the-hang-the-hang | 
| Down to the ground, to the ground, they bang, they bang |