Show Discipline

(アルバム： Mo Money In The Bank (Part Five The Final Chapter): Ganggreen Season Continues - 2006)

Whooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!

Uh! – You niggas couldn't do me shit, the best thing moving, (uh-huh!)
I make you drool each whip. – Seven letter out the cheddar!
Get the tooly ships' (ssssh!) slug proof leather
Got the Coogi fit. (uh-huh!) – Y'all fighting over scraps
Look at the bright side; I'm lightning on a track
Like Tyson on a mat. – I'll smile right in ya face, and knife you in the back
You Pekaboo kind – so keep ya two .9's
They all gonna drown in shit, creek and do time. (time!)
If you can't make a hit record, do crime! (crime!)
Cause it'll pop you and any protection you find. (find!)
Him, him and the nigga next to him dying
War wound suffering, neck and chin flying
How the fuck New York fell off, when I'm climbing? ! (Huh?)
Grindin'! – sun is shining, a hundred diamonds
The problem, is niggas rhyming, it's all common. (whoo!)
That's when I bomb him! – Bin Laden, Saddam him – harm him
Dumb as his pops, took off the condom. (YEAH!) – I should let em' rob him
Cut 'em in his tissue, watch him tear like Scharmins
Send him off to Sharpton! (uh-huh!) – I'm golf cartin
You in the apartment, with no carpet
It's cold as the supermarket
Nigga! – My pants popping out with bread
Pistol poppin out'! – System "knockin" like the Feds. ("DJ Whoo Kid!")
Lunch for breakfast when I'm hopping out the bed stocking on my head, (head!)
Thinking how can I get Fed? (heh?)
I get dressed, match the whip with the fit (uh-huh!)
All white button up six' with the kit. (uh!)
When from always trippin to trips with the clique; click-clack!
The biggest nigga balling since Shaq!
Hoes on my sillouette so the tints black
Cross me; you get a contract! – You know combat!
YELLOW TAPE WHERE YA MOMS AT? (mom's at!)
AND I KNOW YOU NIGGAS DONT WANT THAT. (that!)

Ayo! – The mini 14 got a red beam
I watch my life style change off of triple beam fled the scene
Dream Gorilla! – 'Fical killa!
We can beef like Beanie in Bounty Killa. ("DJ Whoo Kid!")
I'm that nigga! – Colgate Bent – gleam Thrilla
Ride through Brownsville hand on my trigga
I don't care if you dope, sick or 4 months
I'm tryna move 10 birds like very 2 months!
I got that piff and that daddy mayne
All in one blunt – and that 5th and that Cadi man
In case you wanna stunt, I'm on that Big Wheel John shit!
Fuck all you haters! – That liquid bomb shit
That they make in Al Qeada
Brand new gators!
Shirt's Armani. – Dope from the Africans, Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Coke from the papis, I'm in the streets! Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
Y'all in the street wiiild – eating seadweed
Looking gay in Mr. Chou's, y'all niggas ain't bold enough!
Y'all hearts ain't cold enough!
I'm in the hood like Golden Crust!
Squeeze and bust squeeze ya nuts
Put some bass in ya voice when you talking to us! – YEAH, NIGGA!

Lloyd Bank$, nigga!
Tony Yayo!
"Rotten Apple", nigga!
It's a hostile take-over, if you ain't know man
New York City!
The Unit is back!
Putting that work in nigga!