Yeah (Oh, it is on fire)

Ayy, yeah

They wanna get it poppin' (Ooh), well, let's get it poppin', bitch (Come on)

6K kings, I guess we went and leveled up (Yeah)

All these rappers, nah, they could never level us (Never)

Humble as they come, but still wanna run amok (What up?)

Fingers up to the system, they ain't gettin' us (Fuck 'em)

Fingers up to the pigs, they could suck our nuts (Suck it)

FTP when we out on the prowl (Woo)

Me and Izzar cuzzy, yeah, put you straight in the ground (Yeah)

Never let a hard time get to us (Never)

You wonder why we makin' all these big bucks (Cha-chings)

And all these dope sings, all they wanna do is ah (Woo)

Come ride with a gangster, I'll show you hood love (Come)

You know what's up, brother, nah, it ain't you (Nah)

Every day, we out here makin' big moves (Yeah, yeah)

Step to the don and you're gonna get checked (Haha)

Or you gon' end up in a hospital bed (What?)

Better yet, you're a dog, so maybe to the vet (Woof, roof, woof)

Understand we give it our all with nothing left

Bless these beats, yeah, like a reverend, yes (What?)

We too hot, my brother, so let's drop (Hoo)

Give us the ball and we gon' run it like Fox

Understand we always think outside the box (Yeah, yeah)

Where we from? Yeah, we from the fuckin' Bronx (What?)

Hood certified, you know what we on

They want our position (Yeah), we steady winnin' (Yeah)

Roll up the J, we don't see no competition (Yeah, yeah)

They want our position (Uh), we steady winnin' (Uh)

Roll up the J, we don't see no competition

They want our position (Yeah, boy), we steady winnin' (Yeah, boy)

Roll up the J, we don't see no competition (Yeah, yeah)

They want our position, we steady winnin' (Yeah, yeah)

Roll up the J, we don't see no competition (Ayy, ain't none)

My decision, I be sendin' opposition to Hell

No division, my position can't be takin' no L

Back to trippin', cuz, we winnin' 'cause these plans don't fail (Never fail)

Competition alway listen and they study me well

Fuck a prison, with this vision, I can't sit in no cell

Got my Noongs in the hood movin' balls like Latrell

I'ma go cop a key if this rap shit fail

Feds parked across the street pickin' up on the trail

Okay, bow down now, enough with all the ignorance

Rip apart all your ligaments, Noongs move like militants

Stone-cold predicaments, really just got us livin' it

Jumpin' from out, I'm spittin' it, headshots at idiots now

Yeah, this that hypersensation

Raisin', amazin', blazin', flamin' decapitation

Chasin' anticipations, pavin' in corporations

Ravin', ragin', I'm brazen, turn a murderer patient up

Ain't no limits to the king and everything that I be

I make you Noongs see murder like my name Master P (56)

Master beats when I deliver on this masterpiece

Spark the feast, motherfucker, when we feed the streets (What the fuck?)

Aw, yes, I'm so ahead of my time

One of a kind, see the way even if I was blind, yeah (Eastside)

Huh, they can't compare to my grind

Executive mind, what I do? I just kill it and shine

They want our position (Yeah), we steady winnin' (Yeah)

Roll up the J, we don't see no competition (Yeah, yeah)

They want our position (Uh), we steady winnin' (Uh)

Roll up the J, we don't see no competition

They want our position (Yeah, boy), we steady winnin' (Yeah, boy)

Roll up the J, we don't see no competition (Yeah, yeah)

They want our position, we steady winnin' (Yeah, yeah)

Roll up the J, we don't see no competition (Ain't none)