It's a bird, it's a plane No, it's medallions, bitch You feel me? Chain Trust They know what the fuck is up Huh Yeah, this, this that shit where you ridin' down and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? In an old-school, man Shit is only primer-ed though, you ain't even got your shit painted yet, you know what I mean? Real shit though Base rock, base rock, this is what it sound like Eighteen slappin', bitch, show you what it pound like Mack life, mack life, is that a stack gone? Like your bitch in the back of my Cadillac Brougham I like my Henny on the rocks Farmer's gun, semi, or the Glock For the maricóns that wanna play the opps I can get you wet You should read the sign, this is death These new school niggas be off of crystal meth And got the nerve to drink and pop pills, now that's a triple threat I'm civilized, all wise, thug enterprise Plenty ties in disguise, we had to maximize It's strength in numbers Real niggas never forget the hunger It's the summer, but when it's winter, niggas is pitchin' thunder Huh, we out here, homie My whole team gettin' fat, you out there bony I'm like Sergio Tacchini on a white pony I write the real shit, you write the phony I got my niggas goin' Manny through the city, goin' stupid in that foreign, checkin' traps Manny through the city, goin' stupid in that foreign, checkin' traps Manny through the city, goin' stupid in that foreign, checkin' traps Manny through the city, goin' stupid in that foreign, checkin' traps