“Spit Your Game

Spit your game, talk your s**t
Grab your gat, call your clicks
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one

“Going Back To Cali”

“I’m going going, back back, to cali cali”

“What’s Beef?

“What’s beef? Beef is when you need 2 Gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain’t safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time

I done smoked with the best of ’em, shot at the rest of ’em
Was about a hundred or more, maybe less of ’em
Got my rocks off, that n***a from the brook just be, wiling on you, styling on you”

“Mo Money Mo Problems

B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I’m flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
Cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders