Toney Sigel a.k.a. The Barrel Brothers

Yo, straight out the ghetto I'm damn hood

I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods

Baggy jeans, no Timbs, ACG boots

Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek loose

The narcotics is far from garbage

Whether it's cold or a slay August

My shit is fresh 'cause I catch the harvest

My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxys

Keep a deuce-deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'

You know, we be the boys clockin' the graveyard shift

Big bundles countin' the cream, burnin' the Lazarus spliff

My man jumps out the whip with the AR-15

And we ball from plenties of parties 'cause we star shit

Parole home six months in the box

My little sister got her head shaved off, she made a horrible shock

We sellin' cartons, Pampers, Similac formula

Anything it take because the paper keep callin' ya

Gangstas keep ballin' for sure, we want more

We make it rain from the TEC and the Wop, the Lex pourin'

The priests don't have enough cuffs for us

To slow us up, they hit us with dust, then they rush bus

My man Big Ron'll break the cuffs

Three hundred pound nigga, po-po has to fuck him up

They say that my projects should undergo therapy

We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama and Eric B

They ill rap niggas that kill

Destroy shit but they able to build

Come fuck with the real

Cal, better play your part

This shit'll lace your heart

You get hit with a Ghostface dark

And you better live the shit to the fullest

And be ready to pull it or be hit with a BC bullet

They ill rap niggas that kill

Destroy shit but they able to build

Come fuck with the real

It's the Broad Street bully and the killer with no face

My MAC bullets burn like tequila with no chase

My knife work like a guillotine sword cuttin'

Niggas stop frontin' 'fore my killer bees swarm somethin'

Empty out the whole clip then reload

Shotgun barrel leave you smokin' like a broke stove

Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit

The casket, the hearse and the pastor in the pulpit

Kill a nigga at the drop of a dime

Just imagine what I'd do for a quarter

Ain't no tellin' what I'd do for a dollar

Pop a nigga right in front of his mom

Son a nigga right in front of his daughter

And I'm nothin' like your father

You couldn't come from these nuts I got

And see Baltimore suck this cock

I know most of y'all wouldn't understand

Get it? Understand

Yeah, some niggas will and some niggas won't

Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't

You's a fake it 'til you make it type of nigga

I'm a straight up take it type of nigga

Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type of nigga

I'm hard on chumps, most these dudes is fags

Put the guard on punks, push the broom up they ass

Or the knife like American meat

American seed is Muslim, so I ain't feelin' Bush overseas

I think with the wisdom of Malcolm

Got the soul of a panther, so by any means is the answer

You gon' have to cut me out the track like cancer

I can't stop, won't stop

This how we do it from Philly to Shaolin

All my niggas wildin'

Yeah, nigga

Guns imported from Dubai

Wheelchairs and shit bags

Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels

Renaissance, I'll stick a pick in your gut at the chapel

I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies

Cop killers with a box of dummies

Gummies stuck to the project floors

Niggas is suited up and we ready for war