Featuring: Casey Veggies, Method Man, Raekwon, Redman, Rick Ross, Schoolboy Q & Xzibit
Produced By: Hit-Boy

[Verse 1- Hit-Boy]
And I say, one for the money, three for the show
Roll up, cause we know that all the bad bitches smoke
The competition is past fictional
Gettin' stomped like a bad pick and role, magnifico
These niggas is gettin' old, my team too strong, __
Take you out your zone, I'm the new don
And the only polo I know, is Ralph Lauren
Put me on a cord with the opposition I'll outscore 'em

[Verse 2- Kent Money]
Try not to use cash so my checks serve a purpose
Every time I sign for a blessing I use my cursive
Got scruffs on my Timbs' for a dollar so it was worth it
Cocaine, white suits, and your angel before we murk 'em
Hard for the work, niggas eyes led a lurk
I got a bitch named Cash, about 40'll let her twerk
Nothin' changed, range aiming at your frame, nigga
Ain't a clause, when did a range get you slain, nigga

[Verse 3- Price Tag]
Price was told don't break the code, like Da Vinci, no nigga tempt me
Generational cursing, chugging whiskey till it was empty
Drive-bys out that four dour Honda, dreams of a Bentley
Pocket full of dead white men, I pray the master don't lynch me
Step your game up, you wifed her, she been around
I text her at the crack of dawn, tap-tap it, then send her back
My granny, momma, cousins, sisters bear rumors up in that trap
"Is that drugs up on my counter?" No momma, that's Similac

[Verse 4- B Mac the Queen]
I just spent about 30k today, I ain't gon' front
See I came up from the bottom, I'mma get everything I want
See the homies, I'mma holler, nothin' changed, I roll the blunt
Tell 'em now it's time to eat, cause we been starving days and months
And it's a must that we can't trust nobody but us
We ready to bust if enemies come
But I can guess that this ain't what you want
See I do this shit for fun, screamin' HS87 til I'm done
Now I'm done

[Verse 5- Oktane]
Stop the beat, here comes a starter
Grab your popcorn, grab your water, grab your daughter
Cause she watchin', cause I start like Mr. Carter
Sayin' "walkin' like a man, finger on the trigger
Yeah I got money out my pocket, I'm a I.E. nigga"
Named Oktane, "That Nigga Oktane" to be exact
You hope to hear from a real nigga one day, well this is that
I got that crack, and I got that XRE, AK, and it got my back
Tony my friend I give him that ___
HS eight seven, nigga that's that

[Verse 6- ScHoolboy Q]
No need for me to gettin' involved
You, be hit with a bat wrapped in a cloth
Huh, razor blades, shakes, and fades
Everybody on they floor of they cage
Uh, my young "gliggity" Glock, got on my crotch
Stay ready and cocked, can't wrap me in a bag I'm going "pop"
Uh, ghetto road, so every metal, when I rock
Gotta hustle, nonstop

[Verse 7- Casey Veggies]
Wash your hands before you shake mine
You was talkin' shit, I heard it through the grapevine
It's a lot of boppers on the sideline
So the young baller had to go baseline
I'm a black nigga with money, like Akon
You mad this squad winnin', that's a hate crime
Peas n Carrots live and grow, that's my day job
Young Veggies attract hoes like a Drake song, West

[Verse 8- Xzibit]
West, California, Christopher Dorner manifesto
Hit-Boy, hip-hop, I started on the Metro
But now I'm in that retro, Ferrari two seater
With the pedal to the floor, got her singing like Aretha
If you scared, get a dog or a preacher
Hit the hot spot with a bitch resembling Mona Lisa
Priceless, I'm righteous, I walk to talk
I am "Cook Cocaine," you are softer than chalk (West)
Cause your bite ain't as bad as your bark
After dark, you inside, like an embryo, I swim with the sharks
Cause now I smell blood in the water, I'm takin' off like a New World Order
Witness the gangland slaughter
The West...bitch

[Verse 9- Rick Ross]
Still sippin' rose like _____
Kilos on the Cuban linx, they thought it was Hov's
Fascinated with gold sneakers and talented hoes
Before you get the cruise, you paddle the boat
Elevated the elevators, had to walk flights
Young niggas sling shots for them mad nights

[Verse 10- Method Man]
Yo, ride with me, although the driver is tipsy
Avoid them officers, I'm callin' fifties to get me
They caught me talkin' to Siggy, never talkin' to Jiggy
Man I'd rather talk to Whitney, condolence to Bobbi Krissi
Ballin' out for real, like that MBA scale
Make me feel a little scrappy with the Stevie J grill
And y'all ain't gotta ask me if there's homicide here
Nah, don't even ask me, this is homicide hell

[Verse 11- Redman]
Yo, I'm from the era of Biggie Smalls, TLC "Waterfalls"
Buyin' dime bags by the mini mall
I got your whole city logged online
Disrespect mine, I be throwin' ones like a tittie bar
You fuckin' with a grown man, boy, I pull up two like ___
Send that memo on your android
For ten G, you can talk to the boss
My experience? I'm like Jordan in the court, nigga

[Verse 12- Raekwon]
Pyrex pots, and Guess shorts, yo, we float it's the best sport
Now I'm underwater flippin' quarters, the colded gold tack on the globe
Black Mac in the Roll, metal Mac, horse straps, and it's gold
Party villain, Hennessy fiend, I'm blessed it was a dream
We had a scene, movin' tight like skinny jeans
You know, by any means, we will bring the magazines out
And clap everything down like little geeses
Whole ridin' with ___, coolin' in cuisines
Yo, the whores is givin' top in the back, I wanted wings
Spray shit up to smitherines, steppin' off their swing shit
Shake your hand, blow your head up, and kill the queens
The dons know what it do, I'm just that fly in an interview
Winter time grindin' it seems, remember to pledge allegiance
To the team with more reasons, more firepower, and more squeezes