Yeah man, when I get old and s**t
With my grandkids and s**t
I gonna tell `em, yo` I was down with them
Yo guess what?

I`m a G boy, standin` in my G boy stance
Don`t get it f**ked up, I`m a grown ass man
Same gam,e nuttin` changed, we gon` do it like we used ta`
Fo` my ni**az that can relate, Mo. P salute ya`

Let`s tear down the pretty s**t
Build up the ni**a s**t for our kind of ni**az
Dem ni**az that`ll slap the s**t outta ya`, clap the s**t outta ya`
Here`s to you my ni**a, we proud of ya`

Let`s get it goin`, there you go, Billy Danze
Fizzy Wo`, good to see you still bangin`
Thou we ain`t gon` leave you hangin`
I don`t know what you`ve been saggin` on
You`ve been braggin` money on

But time`s up, that`s f**ked up
Ni**a get gone, we don`t cruise on `em when we move on `em
Keep it rugged, never smooth on `em
Drop jewels on `em, grip tools on `em
And braise everyone of these Y.G.`s
Wannabe Mo. P`s, claimin` they O.G.`s

If ya`ll don`t get back, you gon` get yo` ass put on chill
Get a drawer filled and catch a raw deal
Since money make your world go `round, that`s true
And money make you do the dumb s**t that you do

Who want two? The f**k is wrong wit`chu?
How could you switch your character
And turn your back on your crew?

Weak ni**az will fall
Whack ni**az will fail
Live ni**az prevail
Yes, yes, ya`ll

I`m a G boy, standin` in my G boy stance
Don`t get it f**ked up, I`m a grown ass man
Same game, nuttin` changed, we gon` do it like we used ta`
Fo` my ni**az that can relate, Mo. P salute ya`

Let`s tear down the pretty s**t
Build up the ni**a s**t for our kind of ni**az
Dem ni**az that`ll slap the s**t outta ya`, clap the s**t outta ya`
Here`s to you my ni**a we proud of ya`

I spit that old school s**t like Lakim Shabazz
This is not a facade, it`s the baby boy of Leon and Mrs. Lynette Barnard
My other half, the illest voice of hip-hop today
It`s the baby boy of Big Frank and Mrs. Hattie May

Okay, you f**kin` with the real motherf**kers
Okay, live from Capitol Hill motherf**ker
Crooklyn Crime town, one seven one eight
Home of the one eight seven bitch, who want my John Hanc**k?

I ain`t talkin` no autograph written, f**k a autograph
I`m handin` out auto ass whuppin`
Y`all ni**az know better than to try that ol` bulls**t
From Def Jam Vendetta

Run on up like [Incomprehensible] got you buff
And get f**ked the f**k on up, ni**a
It`s a rude boy awakening
M.O.P., Fizzy Yoski Woski, holla at me ni**a

I`m a G boy, standin` in my G boy stance
Don`t get it f**ked up, I`m a grown ass man
Same game, nuttin` changed, we gon` do it like we used ta`
Fo` my ni**az that can relate, Mo. P salute ya`

Let`s tear down the pretty s**t
Build up the ni**a s**t for our kind of ni**az
Dem ni**az that`ll slap the s**t outta ya`, clap the s**t outta ya`
Here`s to you my ni**a we proud of ya`

Aiyyo, it`s William and Womack, y`all talk about throwbacks
Me and the homey go back like [Incomprehensible], ni**a
Yeah, ni**a hold that, you know we gon` promote that
Come back for the hood in the hooptie ni**a

Y`all can`t control that, you ni**az is so whack
Your rugged rap feels like a floozy ni**a
You ni**az need to know that me and the homey run rap
You know where the show at, come shoot me ni**a

Salute me ni**a, salute it`s me
Big Baby Boogie rookie from M.O.P., squeeze
What it`s gon` be, I`ll stomp, you flinch
The A.K, aiy, Shareetha Lynch, I`m givin` you a hint

To get it`ll take a little sense
I`ll come through the illest part of town when I`m bent
And have no fear, you know she O G
You and your homies can hold these

I`m a G boy, standin` in my G boy stance
Don`t get it f**ked up, I`m a grown ass man
Same game, nuttin` changed, we gon` do it like we used ta`
Fo` my ni**az that can relate, Mo. P salute ya`

Let`s tear down the pretty s**t
Build up the ni**a s**t for our kind of ni**az
Dem ni**az that`ll slap the s**t outta ya`, clap the s**t outta ya`
Here`s to you my ni**a we proud of ya`