Yo, don't you hear me?

Take it from the top

Let's do it

Uh, yeah

You already know

M.O.B

It's your boy, L's

Boss Don Biggavell

With Capo the Don on this one

We miss you ****, got you

You know they miss your boy

I'm fresh out

Two mil' dollar bail and all that

They upped me

I'm gonna talk to 'em

My rap CD just goes to show (Yeah), how street a **** is

I've been chose to expose how weak you **** is

You mothafucka's is peasants (Peasants)

They wait 'til I'm in prison

Baby shitting, pissing his pants, soon as I gave him the Dezy

Yeah, got robbery one, conspiracy murder two

Before he spoke on my name, I never heard of dude (Nope)

Now time to piss him off, 'cause I spot one of his hoes

She sprinkle coke on my dick, then she sniff and lick it off

Why you so kinky Biggavell? (Chyeah)

Baby, just hush the fuck up and suck me

Then hit the strip 'til I cum and go get my money

A pimp 'til I die (Die), I can say it's in my blood

It’s just a trade that I inherited, runnin' through the slums

See last night it was a pain (Pain), bitches were playing crazy shit

Don't it sound like I fuck more than 50 cent? (Shit)

On my way to your borough, gettin' bent

Tryna figure out how much money I spent (Oww)

Can't stop. can't stop

You can't stop Byrdgang

You can't stop Byrdgang, baby (Nope)

And we ain't loving these hoes, no (We ain't lovin' 'em)

They all want us to change

And all you mothafucka's is lame

The Desert Eagle will blow out your brains, baby

You thought that it was over but no-oh

Oww, oww, oww, oww