[Lot-a-Nerv] Yo... T.G.P., that's my team Steel gats, semi-automatic inf. beam I ride on them bitch-ass niggaz, that's me Cuz I got a Lot-a-N-E-R-V You piss me, shots turn ya body to swiss cheese You could get crippled 'fore you die like Chris Reeves You real homeboy? Pop off Just a letter pepper baby boy mo'fucka I'm hot sauce You frauds don't pop for shit You mighty plot, do not get ya shot, I deny ya bitch Under now Kawasaki the strip I'm the flyest in Versace, dry dick, now I could sucked from yo' bitch Game mine, game over, I'm far from yo' fridge When you juk with that revolver, let go six You in that echo shit with direct roll six It's '06, we on that '95 Death Row shit
[Chorus: Fes Taylor] Life's like a rolla costa Take a ride, either you fleein' or you holdin' toasters Ups and downs, I fall off I could get back on Find another block to flip that on, we comin' back around Life's like a rolla costa Take a ride, either you fleein' or you holdin' toasters Ups and downs, I fall off I could get back on Find another block to flip that on, comin' back around
[Fes Taylor] You play cops and robbers, game choppers and choppers Dock you with hoes, they wop us while they topless You got pifs spit it, you got hits spin it Now that I'm in it, glittered from my wrist to my fitted Mention my critics, won't give a bad writer flip That's how officers turn means to Fight Club Kinda like that flick with Brad Pitt, watch that other shit Wasn't impressed, I laughed when they spit You get what you get fuckin' with the Milli kids Wannabes, I'ma show these niggaz what it really is Niggaz feel me, shit Taylor's fish seen a couple for my deuce trap, reachin' for justice Take a ride through the city of slums Now my wiz got a Fendi with guns, stiffy in lungs And now hoes bounce quickly to funds They ask how I do it, I'm simply the one It's Two and the Four, group from the showroom floor See why they shut the doors, there's no room for no more Wack-ass niggaz, I back-smack niggaz Walk around the streets, fingers wrapped around triggers RapCity lame now, son, now without Tigger 106, Julissa, now Free's ass was bigger We could get hit up for my man gettin' sipped up One shot, keep my gun cocked with the fifth tucked Right in my pants, like ya label write in advance I'm Staten Island what they writin' in advance
[Interlude: Fes Taylor] We are the streets, nigga... I don't care who said it first Fuck it... Taylor said it Co-sign my own shit, niggaz Fuck y'all niggaz thought?