Uh Who's that peeking out the window? I pray you niggas ten toes Fuck around and get your mans smoked Fuck around and get your mans- I took the panel of the door so we can soar Dear lord, whippin' raw, the feds came when our plane was taking off Cocaine on the cords when they was making me God I ain't complaining, you gotta die in the pot to come back more Big homie was gone a decade long, now we out in Milan He said he can't believe we took it this high off the floor He thought he would've died, no? In the Sean John velour Nigga, nah Dope fiends nodding in the spot, look like Pauly Shore I cooked 97 ounces with my Carti on I dropped a classic while I was selling crack, these niggas asked for this My wrist masterous I'm way past your list It came out the pot solid like Ashford & Simpson I said it came out the - mmm, fuck it Who's that peeking out the window? Don't fuck around and get your man smoked (Fuck it, keep going) The old testament, the new testament Shoot his chest, and if he live, then shoot his chest again They thought we would've learned our lesson We got a quarter million in old hundreds piled up in our section Trash cans full of ace of spade, we're bigger than the best of 'em Scorpion stamped on the rest of the work I mean, it's scorpion stitched in the wrestling shirts In the Rolls-Royce, peeling the roof Them niggas still in the stu' Them niggas know I'm the one, but them niggas still ain't salute That nigga snitching on who? We judging the fruit of the womb Being broke is childish and God loves children and fools, ooh You'll be alright though You know dead rappers get more life when they eyes closed You know all my diamonds come alive for the light You gotta see me in Magic City Who's that peeking out the window? I pray you niggas ten toes