It's a Wrap

Well, I got to say, it's too hood for TV, it's real talk ****!

Ain't nothing going on, but the rent

Especially since my money is spent

Looking out the window, it's about that time for you to see me

Let's get some real **** banging, stop ganging on the weenies

I'm about to go all '85 on the ****, locks and beanies!

Hey ****, where's the money?

What do you say ****, got a 9 ****, got a K ****, spray ****

I ain't doing nothing that important that a real ****

Can't come see a ****, all over her ****

Put the lock, make them other **** fall back

I'm a monster in my '85 Gotti gold pack

The Sopranos, New Millennium Vandals

Tony Montana, the hood Marlon Brando!

We think mechanical, and we're verbal mechanics

In the back trying to reconnect the blocks in the expanding slot

It's a wrap, without the terrorists

Next plan, back to the houses, tagging an ex clan

It feels like the world's coming to an end

A **** just killed two ****

And died in the process, and all three of them was friends

The new millennium, death toll maximum murder rate

Back to '86, '87 and '88

I'm tired of playing games with the gang

I'm tired of interacting with lanes

I'm tired of the way people change

About to go on a fucking frenzy with the homies, the water, the K and the gauge

Tired of acting like shit's cool

Letting the radio or television dictate if shit's cool

That's the type of shit to bring the fool out of a fool

And start acting up names for the new motor pool

There's personal military mobile fire fumes

It's a wrap!