Oww! Yeah Vigilante Season Boss Don, Dame Grease Let's get 'em, yeah These streets, I got 'em in a smash If it's worth it, throw his body to the surface Everything is picture perfect Dog I wouldn't change a thing, got these niggas hatin' me Never once did they judge me when I couldn't make it rain If you see that Boss Don, he deliver Every song, bitches they quiver, whenever I give 'em heavy dong Got that bezzy on my arm and it glisten like a charm, I'm the man See Jimmy, he my biggest fan, nigga damn See I do this shit for fun, I was only toying with that cockaroach Now it's time to ride, we got lots of coke Know I cop the best shit on the streets, why you envy? Hit me with some punani, baby don't be stingy Baby don't be tryna diss the Boss Don Bigga, nigga no It's best thing that I get the dough Higher stratospheres, I can take you there, just grab my hand Make you disappear like the Magic Man, tragic, damn The lord is tryna tell you somethin' (somethin') somethin' (somethin') Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don't know who you are (are) Po-Po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it (flushed it) flushed it (flushed it) Gain Greene gettin' money, you bitches, I hope you notice the cars, awwww (Oh why?) You can see it in my eyes, I'm tryna ride (Oh why?) You in heaven but nobody waan die (Oh why?) I love to see a battyman cry Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don't know who you are Back up in this shit again, me and Dame Grease We got another hit again, scratch workers in tenements I'm innocent, wasn't even there People whisper when they see me like, "That's him! That's him!" Benjamins, get 'em by the bunch, bullets hit him by the bunch in his gut He salty cause his bitch a slut, lift her up Beat it while I'm standing, cause she cheated, I'm the man Pop that cannon in a jam, I was the man when I was vanned Now the bitches do whatever I say, "Baby, give me some Fix me up. Hit you with the K." I get plenty munch Y'all niggas know where he from, we Harlem, bitch Ridin' on you faggots, y'all gon' hear me come Y'all niggas gon' hear me dump (dump) at my rival crew This 50 bag inside my shoe, 5th of Grand Cru Y'all know how we do, this is how we move on our enemies Kill 'em all one by one Bend 'em up in piles, I'm gon' send 'em up to style, wow The lord is tryna tell you somethin' (somethin') somethin' (somethin') Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don't know who you are (are) Po-Po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it (flushed it) flushed it (flushed it) Gain Greene gettin' money, you bitches, I hope you notice the cars, awwww (Oh why?) You can see it in my eyes, I'm tryna ride (Oh why?) You in heaven but nobody waan die (Oh why?) I love toi see a battyman cry Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don't know who you are