[Bun B]
Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in
Listen, I know we just came from fishin'
But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin'
I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder ya'll
You and all the trouble goin' through by servin' ya'll
And only cause my man heard of ya'll
Other than that, shit, ya'll won't get served at all
[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp
I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks
And yo my neck upgraded (uh huh), my wrist's upgraded
I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob
I'm still on the strip, tryin' to get my grims off
Nigga tryin' to flip and its a Mexican stand off
I'll put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil
Dressed in all black, lookin' for souls to steal
[Chorus] - 2X
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine
A little bit of ecstacy
That's why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit a everything
[Pimp C]
I put the two mags, up to your do-rag
And rock a by baby
I'm in the blue Jag, with new tags
In case you wanna chase
I never knew that, the impact
Comin' up out a desert eagle'll
Make a nigga wooble and we be screamin' call my people
We got these fiends goin' liters, and they shootin' needles
We could be takin' your connection, cause we got it cheaper
Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess
Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, niggas
