It got heated, the crew is active
I run the throne, I don't get up from my seat
I circle the turf, danger doesn't scare me
Looking for cash, 'cause I'm fiending for it
The stacks are thundering, oh how pretty the girls are
Some fairy dust, my jaw is all f*cked up
If there's a problem, dude, you'll be snuffed out quick
And in the streets you hear the cops pass by
We're chilling and some sour so it hits
I have the nine hidden in the Impala
You win or you lose, tell me who's who
'Cause here in my area not even the ones in blue can handle it
And just like that, you crafty man
Long live the underworld, man
The turf got hot, homie
The AKs sound off and the forty shoots bullets
Crying is heard, if the traitor owes, he pays
I'm in my own world, nobody knows what's happening
Schizophrenic smoking on that zaza
Here only those who move it can make it
The move is made quick with the boys
You take, you deliver and later you spend the greens
It's like anything, sometimes you win, you also lose