Da Destroyer

Yo, aiyo, yeah nigga, what up

I can't do this shit!

Yo, some nights I feel like sticking up Exxon

My gun game experience, came from robbing Louis Vitton

Cocaine specialist, since nine

Age bracket, fuck them O.G.'s up, they started giving me ratchets

Get money Diamonds, co-signing all of my check stubs

Besides getting money, I grub

I had a Kool G. Rap lifestyle, sliding through the Parrot with drugs

I'm like a magic with witchcraft, ya'll give a nigga rich cash

Blankets, anklets, Gucci shit, switch labs

I'm powerful, yo, you know my hour is due

Fuck the fifteen minutes, I'm a flower my boo

Word to my Nike's that I throw on pose, from here to Hollywood

You know I got soul like that Rakim dude

Just give me my money, ya'll owe it to me, don't make me blow you for it

For real, I'm a show ya'll niggas how to swoll dummies

High profile, he keep it macked out, hundreds of little niggas engage with him

And he gets down, aiyo you fucking with the best of the year

The best whoever did it, no love lost

Beside my shorty and child, I'm like a king in an Egyptian center

Militant, to play your perimeter, hold wifey now before I get her

You know what Wu do, RZA, tell 'em, now we got, Dre in the kitchen, son

It's on, Part Two, watch me sell 'em

Cause New York is me, homey, watch me throw the crown in the trash

Whoever wore it, ya'll ass, 'member me, Toney, what up, what up

You know my gun game's zid up

Supplying every borough my cocaine river

Flashy always, I'm like four ways, none of ya'll see me fresh

I only do it in, project hallways, ya'll all gay

Ya'll know it, yes, that's what it be, peace

See me in streets, God be there, all day, one

I'm out of here, man, fuck that

It's on, Part Two, yeah, Part Two

Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, I want my money in all fives yo, hahaha

Ice Wate, the new and improved Chef

Word up, the feist is coming soon, one

I'm out of here...