If it's too hot, then drop it, if it's pistols, then pop it If it's money, then clock it, and never ever stop it If it's A-1 Yola, you know I gotta rock it And that's the reason why colossal knots in my pocket If it's Glocks, then cock it, if it's game then lock it If it's enemies with beef, you have 'em sleep with Davy Crocket Doing dues are better on your way but ain't no need to jock it If it's truly 'bout your hustle, hustler, ain't no need to knock it My name's Esham, I'm into sick things I make 'em all scared when I say my nickname I [?] gun and it make a big bang Peace to all the drug dealers slangin' cocaine A-1 Yola, no talkin' on my Motorola It's hard to hold it in your mouth like Coca-Cola A-1, A-1, A-1, A-1 A-1, A-1, A-1, A-1 Situations getting frantic, the murder mechanic You tiny to a gigantic, plus I'm manic Depressed and stressed, I could give a fuck less I carve E-S-H-A-M in the center of your chest With a rusty razor blade until my paper was made Now I'm swinging with a hatchet steady choppin' like blades [?] in my system, shit beat like a gorilla I know mama love her baby, but I still might kill her Saw some powder on my nose, man that wasn't a mistake Frosty Flake, even Tony the Tiger say my yola great Straight I'm cool like that, plus I'm a fool like that I aim my two like that and bust at you like that Shawty lookin' at me wanna get naughty I fuck that hoes that look like Sade, all day, off [?] A-1, A-1, A-1, A-1 A-1, A-1, A-1, A-1 All I think about is money, Rolls Royce Corniches Gorilla beats bumpin' as the volume increases I make platinum pieces, my paper never decreases A-1 Yola on the streets, hold back polices Junkie money against the boogie, I be shakin' up palm trees You like the way it smell, but it's making your lungs freeze My paper never stop, so my pockets stay lumpy Ball 'til I fall off the wall like Humpty Dumpty